~ The Somnambulist ~
My thoughts, ancillary to my minds bidding,
That ineffable state in conference with the universal
Does somehow express that which I cannot comprehend
And yet, there they are, my thoughts
Quite well expressed in poetry and prose
Staring back at me, smiling, with no regrets,
Am I a somnambulist, I could be I suppose
But then, to what end...
Shall I drink of poison and then upon waking
Understand clearly that I am the dreamer
And my ego the somnambulist
Who, through all of this, being put to the test
Has no regrets for having murdered
His other self
Or the poison itself, placed back on the shelf
That my alter ego might drink of it,
In another dream perhaps
Where being apotropaic
Requires stealth
And the wherewithal
To stand this test
While wide awake
And well?...enough to overwhelm
My mind's bidding,
As the dreamer,
And,
The somnambulist...
Tony Taylor
Just thinking...
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We are all someone else in the nighttime. Nice write.
Amen brother......thanx so much for
taking time with this piece Jacques!!....stay cool!!.....T xo : )
I think that most of us sleep while walking. At least from time to time. Great metaphor.
“That my alter ego might drink of it,
In another dream perhaps
Where being apotropaic
Requires stealth”…
Yes, stopping harm (to others or to our own Self or Soul) require stealth. Very interesting reflection, Tony. Overall, a great write. In my humble opinion.
Greetings,
Bernadete
Hey BERNADETTE!!....interesting that you would
choose that passage.....it IS the heart of the write!!
I appreciate your insights dear poet sister!!...thanx
so much for your observant and poetic nature!!.....Peace...T xo : )
Upon such quandaries I fall blindly .. not knowing the answers while they lie there and still, far beyond me ..
Leave me in a literary day dream why don't thee .. all snugly wrapped
and held tight in a poem .. enough to make this reader wonder and by George, then some ..
Rockets, respect, regards and loadsa glittery stuff all on their way sir T ..
Neville :)
I don't think.i can add m7ch.more than what has already been said Tony. Written with soul and elegance. I do believe we go home during sleep... wherever home is... hugs x
What rich sophisticated work!
Good to see your talent again.
John