Dream On

For decades I have not remembered dreams.
I wondered was I wanting too much pot,
but doubted daily use defined extremes.
Instead I just assumed the case was age.
I rarely slumbered soundly – any schemes
I tried to deepen sleep (not much – no pills)
did nothing to increase fantastic streams.
Of late I’m recollecting more than not.
New breath may be the cause, or so it seems.

(Magic 9)

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