Dreams of Neglect

Time has spun far

and in my dreams

it’s a wheel.

I know I have moved on

but the details of the past

are still slithering

in my dream world.

.

My dream self

knows the years

have gone by

but seems to have forgotten

that her pets exist

in the dream world,

even though they have already

left that mortal coil.

.

Here they don’t subsist

on fruit and grains,

but on neglect.

That panicked feeling

of horror

has gotten old

with the repetition

of this forgetfulness.

.

The rats

look at me with big eyes

urging the dropping

of what I consider necessities

for those desires

I consider trivial.

.

But if I did that

it would bring on

a dream theft

where I fear my credibility

might be

called into question.

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