SEVEN DREAM  (6-1-04, 4:00am, Galveston Island, Texas)

i partially
awaken
here at
four a m
though
more asleep
than awake
and not
too far from
r e m
as these silent
words arise
within
my head
here in
the dark
i pick up
a pen
to write them
down
before they
dissapear
on me
back into
this vacuous
slippery night
so i might
better see them
in tomorrow
mornings
light
seven days
seven nights
seven heartbeats
i dreamt
tonight
to symbolically
consider
to reflect upon
to intuitively
further measure
my life
and life itself
one week
by week
in which
to filter out
any unseen
inner
insights hiding
beyond
mere surface
knowing
beyond that
other
filtered
conscious realm
wherein
ive come
to realize
and know
that
the only
true constant
in my life
is constant
change
which
on the surface
almost seems
more like
dull routine
at times
where random
fragments
of highlights
and repeats
from
often forgotten
fractured
memories
of my collective
history
unexpectedly
and spontaneously
arise
and appear
up from
lost
subliminal vaults
of mind
up to the
gently stirring
vague surface
ripples
of my now
partially
awakened awareness
though still
more
asleep
than awake
and not
too far from
r e m
to quietly condense
in my
hypnagogic mind
these short
erratic
lines of
nocturnally
surfaced thoughts
arisen words
subconsciously
filtered
impressions
much like
early morning dew
where suns
rise
now
will soon enough
come
to hopefully
release
some brighter spark
and outer
sparkle
of clearer truth
released
revealed
from somewhere
deep
within
their previously
so long
unseen
unknown  
conscious recollections
access
or recall
wherein
my unconscious
awareness
all the while
through
all the resultant
yet necessary
perhaps
subtle life lessons
which came
and went
through fate
of free will
choice
as well through
circumstance
and consequence
as both
direct
and indirect
result
wherein
seven loves
seven broken hearts
seven
deep illusions
from self delusions
borne
came and went
like silent
chance
oer time
to torture
my restless mind
and ego
to further blur
and blind
as well
to counter balance
my pre existing
blindness
lost
with seven
joys
with seven
tears
with seven
hopes
and seven
fears
with which
to try
and cope
with seven
keys
to try my
luck
at unlocking
and opening up
my own lifes
too long
self deceived
and masked
mysterious
own
great mystery
for
seven years
times seven years
with seven
more
at least
still yet to
come
perhaps
in which
i ll
hopefully find
fewer clearer
less dysfunctional
answers
to all my
previously
weakling prayers
yet still i
now more
fully realize
that
no certain
accuracy
of solutions
exist
within these
somatically
dreamed
seven numbers here
in any given
or relative
context
alone
for i somehow
now also
suspect and sense
it may be
more about
the broader
deeper
interpretive
symbolism here
of this peculiar
dream
now
penned out
as well
as all
the subtle ways
we come
to touch
each other
and all things
in our daily
lives
in this world
as well
as in life
itself
with our eyes
and senses
our thoughts
emotions
and intentions
as much
as with
our hands
our hearts
and words
yet in
the end
of this
and these
what will
perhaps
our hearts
and souls
depart with
in the
long run
from it all
beyond
the unknown
mystery
of our own
eventual
inevitable
even though
presently
still here
only temporal
beings
necessary demise
other than
the possibly
surprising fact
or not
that we have
ultimately
come and gone
here
no matter
our egos
diversely storied
lives
perhaps only
and simply
to begin
all over again
in some
other
new life
or
forms
brief temporal
new disguises
experiential
3 d rides
perpetual flowing
ever rolling
rolling on
and on
and
on