Unbidden and unrestrained
cavalcade of images,
seeds of futures past,
incarnations of my
unconscious brain.
accompanied by emotions
seemingly unrelated,
unsure of what they’re
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

M. Zane McClellan

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