In dreams, as in waking, memory recedes
You retain only the story you need
This moment contains all that is real
All other can still be here when you feel.

Feelings contain the things that you’ve done
and said and remembered, the dark and the fun
Remembrance is more than a picture in mind
for feeling expands infinitely, you’ll find

A chance recognition, a familiar scent
a song or a spell can start a ferment
of wakening past into present, this now
accordion-folding, expanding, and how

The mystery is solved, it’s only a thought,
It’s not really real, and again you forgot
It’s back to the flow as dreamworld collapses
and it comes back down to your dancing synapses

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