Unbidden and unrestrained
cavalcade of images,
seeds of futures past,
incarnations of my
unconscious brain.
Unrelenting,
accompanied by emotions
seemingly unrelated,
unsure of what they’re
representing.
Loving smiles
juxtaposed with anguish
as I search for
the Golden Fleece,
but in its absence,
visions sought remain hidden.
In the empty mosaic
I languish.
Habitually repeating mantras
focusing on mandalas.
I am lost within
my own hippocampus.
Hoping to wake up,
clear and refreshed
before another round
of nocturnal omissions
render my dreams
bereft.

M. Zane McClellan

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