In this dream
I am reincarnated
As the tortoise
Falling from the eagle’s grasp
Who collides with Aeschylus
And knocks him dead
I do not want him dead
I simply have no control
As I fall I worry about the anecdotal quality
Of the following moments
And the poor man’s Shock
I have enough time to wonder
Why this dream
What thoughts are trying to surface
From what stress?
What is there going unsaid?
Or perhaps I am a tortoise
All along
Over-thinking My part
And giving way to unhelpful
Meditations as I fall