Sleepwalking

I thought I’d been dreaming

on this dark starless night

with the moon on the wane.

But they said it was no dream,

while asleep I’d been walking

sleepwalking

disoriented

sleepwalking

somewhere 

some time

perhaps

sleepwalking into my to be lived future

living but not living the dream

passing the statues

of my past times

standing in line.

Me 

as a child

growing up

growing older

and older.

Each one an effigy of a time

my time

my past time.

Now, 

awake or asleep

I’m disoriented

sleepwalking into uncertainty

as the full moon approaches.

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