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Perhaps, sitting here just reading

Has filled my mind with such wayward thoughts

As to be considered, at best, as nonsensical.

But then, sometimes nonsensical is correct.

Time and time alone can give us the answer.

Let’s consider whether, or not, it’s nonsensical.

Where shall we start?  At the beginning?

Of course!  But where does it begin?

Let’s start with one of my crazy dreams.

I am usually the hero striding through a crowd

To rescue someone in distress, deathly frightened.

And that’s nonsense, I’m only five foot seven

Weigh only one hundred, thirty-seven pounds

And that’s when I’m soaking wet, clothes and all.

But, in a dream, anything is possible, I think.

The last time I rescued some poor soul,

I woke up in the tangle of my bed clothes.

I remember leaping from a high cliff

Rescuing a young child from a raging river.

Of course, the bed was a terrible mess

With swimming so hard to escape that flow