In
the early morning,
between two worlds
battling
over me
action or dream?
ideas
flood in
bringing down the levy
a
world submerged
in swimming ideas.
In these
ideas
are a truth from beyond
manufactured
by
whom or what?
Angel
whispers or
God’s booming instructions
full
of clues
yet un-deciphered.
In
my mind
I am speaking,
holding
council with Spirits
a board of trustees,
shepherds
of decision.
myriads of choices,
people
to love,
addictions to harness.
In
the early morning
between two selves
Who
dreams and simply does,
the wise
council
evaporates
in the light
of the sun,
the day
and
leaves but a residue
in
the wake of the flood.
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