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Composite
by Philip F De Pinto
After sixty two
Years or so, of sleep
I woke up in your dream,
While you were making love
To some guy who looked remarkably
Like me, only younger.
After getting a hold of my bearings,
I came over to you and asked the guy
Who looked remarkably like me, who was
More likely a composite of all the me's
You've known before, if he knew
Who he was making love to? He said no!
I don't know her from Eve.
All I know said he, is that I was stuck someplace
in Limbo, when all of a sudden she conjures me up
And now that I'm here, I prefer to be stuck here
Than there, if you know what I mean?
I said I knew what he meant, then he added
What's it to you! Oh, I said, nothing! It's nothing to me,
But I hope you know what you're getting yourself into? Furthermore,
I hope you are better at this getting into than I am.
He said that he was certain that he was,
Which left me to wonder if it was certainty
Or just the bragadaccio of some guy stuck in Limbo too long?
Then you woke up
And I the wiser,
Would do to you now,
What that guy who looked remarkably like me
Was doing to you in your dream, except you told me,
Not this morning, hon,
I don't know what got into me,
But I am terribly fatigued.
01/22/2013 Posted on 01/22/2013
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