Impossible Dreams
There are dreams of night like choral music.
Filling that sound like a brush and canvas are our memories before us.
When we turn around we lose sight of what is heard.
What we hear already has our ears.
Where the canvass is only requires that we see.
The quiet impossibility is the point, the effort is the fault.
There is no fault in impossibility.
AL Mendoza
May 2016
May 2016
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