MIND

      Where does my mind go when I lie asleep?
      I know it’s somewhere, for just as I wake
      the shards of it are lying in a heap,
      a broken image where I cannot make
      out any longer what it just portrayed . . .
      or like a cast of actors who’ve just run
      off stage, no longer in the roles they played,
      the drama they were making now undone.

      Perhaps to find out where and why it was
      my dream has fled, I then arise and come
      downstairs to sit like this to write, because
      I’m near unconscious depths that I might plumb
      discovering more about my vagrant mind
      and how my heart and brain may be aligned.

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