Sweet Dreams Melodies by Guy Mayer
I had a dream or I did not;
No one can say, or if they do
They say so much that nothing’s true,
Or if it is, it can’t be thought.
I may or may not be, even
Though it’s already known, I
May yet unknowably die,
Without even noticing even.
Sometimes these things happen,
But I neither was nor ever could be,
Or was, but only perfectly,
Such as disappears when spoken.
Perhaps I was in a dream,
And more beautifully than most,
As per these particular ghosts,
As they seem or do not seem.
I love so many lines in this Missed Connections poem from Western Massachusetts. “They say so much that nothing’s true,” rings strongly on this post-election day.
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