out back counting dreams
pause.
imaginary
reflection
of a modern
reflectionary.
silly.
this is me -
what i see,
what i believe,
what i do in action,
what i say in words,
what i write in my mind
and what i write on the
surfaces of the world
for others to see.
the dream.
inside and
outside of
me - i breathe
it in as it's
a part of me.
staring at the
sheets of
numbers
all around
me - the
dream
broke down
into a spread-
sheet of columns
and rows of data -
possible data not
yet tested but i'm
confident. (and
nervous and so
very tired after
three long years
chasing the dream...)
having it cornered
in a field - down-
wind so it can't
sense me coming
to snatch it and
realize it.
poetic breaks.
little snatches of
video here and there -
to document and main-
tain my sanity. tame my
sanity enough to let
the unique ability
to see the dream
as reality - futures
raining down like
a midwest storm.
and the corn grows
higher than my knees
and the words swell up
in me, but there's so much
'real world' work to be done -
the novel is brewing. i can feel
it kicking every now and again in
my brain - maybe in a month or two
or we'll see how this goes - deadlines
to follow - a schedule to keep it weekly -
the printing, the distribution, the content
the advertising, the clients, the people,
the traffic, the readers, the photos, the
places, the times, the totality of it all
descends on me - picking it apart
one little piece at a time with the
end result in the back of my
mind - thinking long term,
way out there to achieve
the dream, make it a
reality - making new
news for the people
including them and
welcoming them
into the mix -
shaking my fist
at the current
money masters
treating the news
as if it were some
physical product
without any
consequences
behind it - high
on their horses,
in their towers.
i charge toward
them with but one
pebble in my hand,
one small round stone
to throw
at them
to rise up
a new way
of doing the
news including
the people too ...
all those numbers
to make it happen.
part of the process
of building a NEW
process.
part of the dream.
part of me.
the poet.
the dreamer.
the midnight realizer
of realities not imagined.
- by kpaul.mallasch
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