Mark my dreams, Strand

I mark Strand’s words, after night ,
As the morning came or so he said.
My sleep was over,a  dream in plot
In which I would act  mere sleeper.

Mark, I have not seen my own body
Doing any of the things of a dream.
My body was a sleeping third party
A figment in somebody else’s story.

As morning came I would recall plot
But forget plot-line  my vagueness.
I get into knots confusing realities
With thin bits of dreams and men.

My dreams cross into life and sleep
Alternating between life and death.
Death is the longest dream I sleep
As we compare notes, I and Marks.

(referring to the poem Dreams by Mark Strand)

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