“Consciousness, unprovable by scientific standards, is forever, then, the impossible phantom in the predictable biologic machine, and your every thought a genuine supernatural event. Your every thought is a ghost, dancing.”
― Alan Moore

 

At night
lying in bet
the thought ghosts come out to play
some bear chains
concerns about the past
or worries about mundane matter
Others dance
an ongoing soundtrack to dreams
joyous, somber, calming and terrifying
in their turn
Some delight in their whimsy
and some filled with awe
as archetypes and deities visit
and alter the landscape as
only they can.
Once I saw a whimsy
making lyrics of my friends
another singing dirty rhymes
while eating ice cream
then there was the dragons
keeping their own council
but overwhelming with their presence
I love to live inside their heads
and they return the favour
One by one they fall silent
as I pass through their land on the way to sleep.
— G A Rosenberg

 

Blessings, G

 

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Star PlayStar Play by G A Rosenberg

 

Star CavernsStar Caverns by G A Rosenberg