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Rapid Evanescence

Katie Frances Hartless

dreams, existential, fantasy, surreal

Cloud covers turned down,

stars each safe in their place,

I navigate the highway

made from deep space

below cozy blankets of atmosphere,

but it doesn’t take.

An hour later, I’m awake,

a fitful dream,

a crime scene,

constellations on either side of me,

bodies lined in chalk,

memories exhumed craters.

I’m left in the dark

with disconnected clues,

my subconsciousness a vacuum,

and the more I try to recall my part,

memories slip,

two ocean liner ships,

the helm light faint

although we are but miles apart.

©2024 | K.F. Hartless

Tori Amos “Space Dog” A.I. generated imagery edited by Kat Saturn. Cover art taken from this same source.

8 responses to “Rapid Evanescence”

John

Wow, what a dream this was!

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1. K.F. Hartless
  
  Thank you, John. I wish I could remember more of my dreams. I was reading a new theory that postulates all of our dreams expunged memories, a clearing out of the old. Guess this poem is a little of that for me.
  
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  1. John
    
    Oh my gosh, I 100% agree, K. Every morning when I wake up, it feels like I was on a new journey in what seems like varying ways. Today actually seemed to blast by 50% faster than normal… 🫣
    
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Nicole Smith

This whole poem embraces the dream like quality.

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1. K.F. Hartless
  
  Thank you, Nicole. I wish I could say I was getting more dream time in. Maybe this weekend, if I’m lucky.
  
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johnlmalone

wild, bizarre and a little scary; exciting though — you worked those images well 🙂

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K.F. Hartless

Thank you, John. Someone’s getting away with murder in this dream. 🙂

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Tom

Very imaginative scene you weave here – got major noir mystery overtones from this. Beautifully penned! 🙂

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