That Hat
Keith Dodrill
Threads of consciousness woven goldSpiralling fragments
Thoughts torn from sequences
Chaos and confusion
With no conclusion
Disharmony;
Levels up and down
Depths of disturbance
Almost waking followed by sinking
Something winking
A piece of memory, perhaps
An experience from long ago
A smell I can’t remember
A faded touch
Eggs in a clutch
Too much, too much;
Time has no foothold
Drips slowly from above
Silently
Colourless
Like dew;
Collisions from days
This into that:
Her in that hat!
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