Dreaming The Impossible...

i never stop dreaming
the impossible

in fact, it is the impossible
that makes me

alive, the possible only
reduces me to a dot, a

sentence so dull because
everything is clear we

must look for what is missing,
for they are not here yet not

sleep and grapple with
what are so boringly obvious,

dreams on waking hours,
well thought of, in full details,

what if, so well, try again,
failures are projectiles.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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