All day my brain has been
Repeating short echoes
Of the previous night’s dreams
Elusive imagistic entirely
Unrelated to the content
Before my eyes yet persistent
As if attempting to reclaim
The minutes left unslept
Not only in the immediate cycle
But stretching back to every
Moment each dream played
Between the brain’s synapses
To make connections where
There might have been dead air
Emphasizing the fragments
That keep experience whole
To wake is to put sleep asleep
Even dreams need to open
Their eyes once in awhile to be
Reminded they are the same stuff
This concrete ephemeral membrane
You blink and before it is gone
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Joshua Keiter 