Eros and Revolution revisited: Dreams never end.....

I wonder why.

And now, forlorn of any resolution, I share my dreams,

I pass them on, I trick oblivion

and hitchhike on another road not my own.

If anyone cares, they are free for the taking,

for the dream of freedom is always waking

up again, in a transparent blouse, full of lust,

unrepressed, shaking off the dust of our waking sleep,

giving us a glimpse, of the inner embrace, an unending solution,

of eros and revolution.

I think of Marcuse, now nearly forgotten,

like a dream we lost as we struggled to wake,

like a rock thrown into a lake,

skimmed across in a daring attempt

to defy the pull of the earth.

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