Dream Of Dying

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I believe in the future resolution of these two states—outwardly so contradictory—which are dreams and reality, into a sort of absolute reality, a surreality, so to speak.

—Breton, Andre. Surrealist Manifesto. London, England: Rough Guides Ltd.,2002,1924






Dream Of Dying

I saw in a dream...


It is difficult to distinguish reality from a dream.

Last night I fell into a sub-zero chemical vat.

I fought my way to the side and pulled myself out

as the freezing death worked its way up my body.

Colleagues froze in fear, as the outcome was certain.

She cried as I gasped for breath

each one shorter than the one before.

I tried to tell them to tell someone that I loved her

but no words came as I counted my last moments.

I watched his steadfastness and her tears knowing

they could not touch me or death would take them too.

I tried to hold on to my last breath, to this life I love.

I woke up frozen in night, unable to move or call for help,

certain that Death had entered my small room

to take me from this existence, this dream I had lived.



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