Theory

Truly.
Imagine.
Every once in a while..
a sensation, thought , emotion...
gather around a drop of time,
and cement themselves into a memory.
squishy living lasting grey mushy web
sharp as a knife
or nebulous like a half seen cloud
memories peel of of the second's hand
or by the day.
gathering and forming
a library
my life

When I close my eyes
all the memories
some unraked untouched
by the conscious day,
but formed within that very day,
find their light,
their gravity,
whilst others scurry....
seek the shade of dark.

open my eyes
and Newton's world
so sure and fixed...
a thousand muscles
orchestrate my bones
flawless movement
two steps forward
two steps back

In your dreams...
you would'nt know where you were

Order your library in the day
walk the shelves that you wish
left foot here right foot there
left arm up .that book there
that page here
"....read me as you wish.....
because when you sleep...it's the books that wish to come alive...
that will come to you....:"