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    Dredge of A Soldier (Poem)

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    The document is a poetic stream of consciousness reflecting on war, loss, and the aftermath of trauma. It uses abstract language and jumps between memories and thoughts, with themes of trying to process and integrate difficult experiences from the past.

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    Dredge of A Soldier (Poem)

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    The document is a poetic stream of consciousness reflecting on war, loss, and the aftermath of trauma. It uses abstract language and jumps between memories and thoughts, with themes of trying to process and integrate difficult experiences from the past.

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    a) stream of conscious. b) lyrical quality c) a deep-sea diver that's been under long enough

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    The document is a poetic stream of consciousness reflecting on war, loss, and the aftermath of trauma. It uses abstract language and jumps between memories and thoughts, with themes of trying to process and integrate difficult experiences from the past.

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    Dredge of A Soldier (Poem)

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    Dredge of a Soldier

    ( a poetic stream)

    Sitting on my lap is an old memory on paper


    it's 1492 and I'm deflecting the sweat from my eyes
    My dirtiest little neighbors, but they're reaching
    crawling belly deep in the blood of my family,
    they were my brothers and my sisters

    someone else's children,


    some children's parents,
    some of them my family in accidental sin

    bonded by the war we never asked for


    bonded by the weather and the time on the island shore
    the moon was blue and it was true, believe me, ah... I hope you do
    we were hung out to dry by another sergeant's best intentions
    self serving, potentially, yes, undeniably, no

    give the dog a bone and a monkey a trip to Rome


    we were left out in the hailstorm just like home
    Hell was paved with best intentions
    and sure, so were a lot of other things best not mentioned
    like the creepy crawling beneath her flesh
    or the dark consuming void
    a symbiosis of love and fear, the aftermath

    dancing square to square


    eye to eye, ear to ear

    so now we're integrating the life... after the great fall


    that moment when the pendulum swings
    breaking the coffee mug of idled asses
    round and round we go, an astral merry-go-round
    I say unto you, you say unto me, 'walk don't run'
    and we both smile because we know it's just these kinds of moments
    the unspoken in between, forever witnessed but never seen
    this is the dredge of a soldier
    scouring the bottom of our own tanks
    looking for the heart of the matter
    or the matter of the heart,
    attempting to lull it back to a gentle pace
    it's the unwinding of a rich man's rat race
    and to hell with the nails I've bitten until lingering pain
    and to hell with the names I can't recall... nor will ever I forget
    this is a rain storm and steady hands wins the race
    but every now and then I need you a little
    just as you need me just a little
    to remind us why we started this in the first place
    help us remember how we once beat our own drum
    let the water run, and run and run... and just run
    somewhere in the silence I'll see the face of the familiar
    and you'll see the familiar, we'll remember how it's worth it

    (rolling down the window to flick a cigarette, he says:)

    but you know I must agree,


    Oh, such balls on this one!,
    changed my life and left me alone,
    where have you been - written in subconscious sand
    how does someone like me integrate a life of ever evolving...

    you know there's some that plagues me, some that's left me dizzy
    trying to put the pieces back together
    sort of like I'm crash landing just to take off again
    and what about them?
    aren't they a continent of a reason
    of course they are - walk on, we must, you feel?
    but it's the season of treason
    and we've still a bottle to kill ~

    Look, it's Andy Kaufman, he's just driven a taxi into the ocean ~

    Stream of consciousness
    2/4/2011
    4:10AM
    © David Powers
    www.LucidWindows.com

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