“Today I know that life is but a dream”

 

Today I know that life is but a dream,
For how else could a moment ages past
Arise now on the surface of this stream
Of being, sliding freely in its churn?
Before, rash memories swirled up, eddying fast
Against the current’s flow; now hours return
To present tense unrippling, it would seem.

Yet fiction glints off this which I might deem
Pure fact. Forthwith, it blurs and slides away
With shoreline forests slipping past the hull
Of this stern oarsman’s boat, soon turning dull.

 

 

By ArtistBird1955 – Own work, CC BY 4.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=39737891

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