Father comes to me in dreams
a night phantom with conundrums I never
solve in the light of day
still he is there, lurking, locked
in memory's vault--a safety deposit box
for which I have no key
but who I have chosen to be
is an untenable version of a me
he will never see
for a dead man did not truly write
my script--he's not even watching
as I walk upon the stage
Jan 8, 2017
Jan 8, 2017 at 5:24 PM UTC
Father comes to me in dreams
a night phantom with conundrums I never
solve in the light of day
still he is there, lurking, locked
in memory's vault--a safety deposit box
for which I have no key
but who I have chosen to be
is an untenable version of a me
he will never see
for a dead man did not truly write
my script--he's not even watching
as I walk upon the stage
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