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Charles Marecic

I make the real.


You ask how I do it?

I will tell you.

I dream.


Simple as that.


I dream like a fish

sailing beyond the known sea

upon a gray wind

into a multitude of clouds,

but I do not count them;

I have no time for that,


then beyond all clouds that have ever

floated across the sky

and their shadows


into empty blue

that reveals neither up nor down

left nor right

progress nor regress;

that turns to night.


Now I continue on

with remembering

until all I have

left inside is forgetting.


Only then do I begin

to imagine the sea.

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