Elsewhere in Dreams

Something happens, and everything changes. Or, something does not happen, and still everything changes. The heart beats, the body moves, something is done. The heart stops, the body collapses, and yet something is done.

Time passes while time is standing still. Eyes jerk open to a world changed, a year flown by, and the eyes once again close. Time continues, and does not continue, yet something happens, and something else does not happen.

I write words to trap the world in amber. So you can turn it critically and appraise. So you can review the world as it was, so you can take the measure of the past, so you can change the future.

You a weight. I am a scale. I am a weight. You are a scale. Who is reading whom?

You see how something has happened, though nothing has happened. You see.

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