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'Dreamed' timothy r gates, 8/05/2008

Four,
dreamed of dying,
going to heaven with daddy's daddy,
where no more sad tears fell.

Six,
dreamed of speaking,
unafraid,
therapy began,
back then they only thought I didn't talk.

Ten,
dreamed of freedom,
no more sports,
keeping up for friends and dad,
liberated from testosterone enslavement.

Twelve,
dreamed of Boston Jazz Institute,
(principle chair, no dream,
through graduation),
sixties didn't help with this.

Thirteen through eighteen,
dreamed of dying,
off a cliff,
head split by a tree limb.
Sad each time when I'd awake.

Four to forty-six,
dreamed of a gift of perpetual repose,
thought Poe and Plath were sublime,
danced on the outside,
maybe no one could see the other.

Dreams, Dj vu, clairvoyance,
normal,
perhaps the charm of a dreamer,
seeing too much, an adolescent's curse,
learned to do the two-step.

Pass dj, sixth sense and others,
eg eim, i am, being = noncontingent
cloak thrown out,
Linus' blanket folded, just in case,
free to sway with the spruce trees.

Older,
dreams with eyes wide open,
taking strolls in the Garden,
(Not back to Paradise Lost),
with others that get it.

Dreams
dream too,
singing with imps and fairies,
dancing with real and surreal,
happy to dream, still.