I remember the dreams, the constant reminders
a continual tease, a surreal world of sidewinders
Each one with a story, a parallel universe
would try to shake me, send me in reverse.
I could never tell if a person real or imagined,
it was a nightmare the bottom was assigned.
Otherwise the lofty airs of fascination
always relied waking realization
Just a dream, perhaps a reminder
only the illusion of the constant sidewinder
drawing imagined color scheme on the surface,
so the internal player would always save face.
Walking slow inside a familiar nearby memory,
I might choose to leap, try to escape this quandary.
© Thom Amundsen 2019