dVerse Poets – Open Link Night
Art: Henri Rosseau 1840 – 1910. Post Impressionism. ‘The Sleeping Gypsy’ 1897.
That Point
That point when all has fallen away
when darkness has become a shroud on
which the psychedelia of dreamland
can majestically paint all that is
the technicolour stereopticon of
surreal unconscious lunar tides
on which I rise and fall,
just as breathing
so as dreaming,
until irruption rends and
registers other, lesser worlds
leaving disorientation in its wake
with the sorrow of leaving,
no going back
not wanting to go forward,
arrested state,
so as sleeping,
so as life.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
parallax 
Dark night.
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O indeed.
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Eyes on the prize
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Yes, true, eyes on the prize.
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😮😅
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🙂
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Hope not for yourself. Best wishes, Michael
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🙂
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Sa la vie.
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Ah, yes, and thank you.
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yes most of us are sleeping, not realising we are in lala land!
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Sadly so.
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The state of pungent reality where we are stuck in the limbo. A surreal piece.
Loved reading it.
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Really appreciate your encouraging thoughts Megha.
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What’s worse … to remain sleeping or to find one stuck and yearning for something else … either would be intolerable, I suspect. Love the awakening in this.
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Thank you for reflecting on this Dawn, appreciate your thoughts.
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😥
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Yes!
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‘Irruption’, perfect word.
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Many thanks for that.
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This is delicious – that yearned for sleep of oblivion – pure bliss – until it’s not, and will not be shaken.
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I like that description, thank you for those reflective thoughts.
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My pleasure.
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I like the thought of rising and falling on unconscious lunar tides.
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Thanks Frank, yes, I had a sense of restful drifting.
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I love the thought of being in a place where it’s hard to see the border between dreams and what’s real
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Yes, I have been captivated by that very thought for a while now, and tried to get it out. Thank you Bjorn.
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Reaching a point where darkness is a shroud that awaits technicolor dream painting…..there is possibility in this line, potential for light and brightness and color and creativity and movement.
Then getting stuck in a sterioptican….reminds me of those old ways to look at black and which photos through two parts…and only then could you see the full image. But here there is disorientation…a falling and a leaving and no going forward. An arrested state as sleep as life.
This is a description, to me, of the deepest hell…the deepest depression.
I hope there can be a full circle to the point where the darkness is no longer a shroud and only provides the backdrop for brush strokes of color…an opening for energy and life…a backdrop to live on rather than fall through.
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Wonderfully summarised and expanded Lillian, yes, we need the full circle.
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Very deep
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That moment when dreams are interrupted and cannot be recaptured.
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Wonderful.
Sleep itself a surreal state…
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Absolutely … and thank you so much.
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It’s always my pleasure. 🙂🙂
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