Dreams often premonition of some memorable event
One relating to good tidings forgotten easily
While the ones just before something foul happens
Stay hung in memory like dead Albatross
Around cursed sailor's neck
We try to shake them off branding coincidence
Yet coincidence stands on its own ground
Without interference from mighty intellect
Mysteriously lighting up and connecting
The distant corners of past, present and future
Containing the blue prints for time
As a whole and singular entity.
1.28.2014
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