March 17

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I don't remember dreams often, probably because I'm not a very good sleeper, but when I do, they tend to be the kind that last all night. They even have intermission, where I get up, go back to bed and when sleep returns, I pick up where I left off. These simple pages are about a complex kind of night.  I'm not going to explain the dream in full detail, but here is some of the writing you see in the back ground:

I dreamt a spark ignited and sprang between the walls

not my home, but family's of mine, not mine of birth

misplaced in a neighborhood of birth

of another family connected, disconnected

woven into the cloth of my genetics

my marriage family, my life here, my lives past

the fire burns hidden revealing wisps

a sign the inferno is building

alerting all "our house is on fire"

unheard, my screams repeat,

on fire, on fire, on fire, on fire, on fire, 

until alone 

a fire cannot be tamed, the others shrug surrender.

I walk and see another home ignites

my insular cousins, tight knit ready to ignore outsiders

deaf and blind to me I decide the discovery is theirs to make

and walk away

flames within walls destroyed from the inside out

leaving the shell for last

smoke rises, no one sees...