dreams of fears

last night i dreamed of floods and disasters

i dreamed of a cousin i've not seen in 25 years

i dreamed of threats and conflicts
fears and dreads

i dreamed of things we pray never come to pass

the fragile ice on which we stand
the shifting soils or quickened sands
i wonder often if the earth is only an illusion
and my feet rest only on the black of space

in days gone by such thoughts would haunt
would darken even the brightest summer day
but now i see that such is life
not as i would have made it
but as it was meant to be

all is real and all is not
whatever i see is whatever i get
i, alone, can choose which face i see
like that trick of seeing in the brain twister books

is it the ugly hag or the beautiful woman
which face is reflected from the waters i see

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