dogstory, (Major) New Wrinkle, (Taking) Dibs on Eternity,

II. dogstory (Major) New Wrinkle, (Taking) Dibs on Eternity,

so the dog woke me up from a dream
& I hear myself, still lingering
in the REMemory space memory
of a past conversation versed as
electro-organic neural trace,
And I hear your voice,
asking the question,
the one that you called 'the acid test',
'the age-old' one: "Would you want to wake up with her,
in the morning, day after day???"

& before the last question mark floats out
of your mouth
in less than a blink, fraction
of the 250millisecond
gap from thought to
I remember
blurting out,
into what
would-be
reality:
"Wait a minute! That's just the idea!
of why we are here:
considering
holy matrimony,
that sacred covenant,
Taking dibs/ \sbid
on Eternity,
and, not, just
for the first time,
for either of us,
for you
or
for
me, as if it were already
another (re)incarnation.

"On the other hand,
Consider this:
that we,
human beings, that is,
grimace, smile, frown,
while asleep.

"For me, even more so,
because I dream, always.
{No, not what you may be thinking,
about chronic defocus, going off on tangents
'Otising',
vectored off towards
infinity
or not quite recalling
the mail in the car
or where I'd left the hand-rake
in the garden
when I'd de-gloved, to catch
the phone's ringing,
.... although this may also be true,
finding the seed envelope
for the chrysanthemums
leaning on
my favorite mug,
the one
that had 'gone missing'
when it was in fact
vacationing,
nestled sweetly
akume
/near the hedge,
next
to the old
wooden
swing,
exactly where
I had
left them.
Not that; but}
, diagnosed with
REM Sleep
Narcolepsy.

"which effectively, means
that I dream
as soon as my eyelids
flutter shut,
not quite asleep,
still hearing
surround
sound,
gossamer veiled
and
whether that interval
is to be
hours long, cat nap, or quick snooze:
at home, on the train, in class,
maybe tucked in
alone
in the
den,
with my
my favorite
fall asleep book,
under the aged
afghan,
that your
beloved mother,
May
her name
be
Blessed,
had hooked,
in Nantucket,
from the yarns
left in the blue
basket."

Practically, what does this imply?

Instead of sleeping peacefully,
serene like lake, or baby's face,

Horrifying to consider
that our facial wrinkles
will be de-constructed
not just
by conscious actions,
emotions
thoughts expressed
during waking hours

,,,,, if you call all this consciousness?,,,,,

but also by how we REACT
to what we dream,
or think
of
or imagine
or recall
as soon as REM
takes control,
while
it is happening
in real~time.
and me?
I just get
more
of it

Whatever happened to beauty rest?!?

Moving right along,
already considering
how
to
induce,
temporary
coma;

Or, as you said,
another reason
for botox, injected or applied
as cream

Always the chemist,
practical romantic

Art meets Science.
Science meets Art.
Both nod, respectfully,
to
G()d

humbled
by the accumulating evidence
of the long slope leaning
towards
the cliff edge
fall off
called
(im)mortal
i ty

y/ours

~ ~ ~

I. dogstory short morning

going out to walk the dog.
nice of her to wake me,
instead of finding a "present"
she'd left
in the morning