TEKSTER

There  once  was  a  man  who  could  capture  dreams
He  would  use  an  old  VHS  player  to  record  them.
When  it  was  done  he’d  write  meticulous  notes  
on  what  he  had  seen,
catalogue  it
and  store  it  on  a  shelf.

The  shelf  had  grown  large
with  rows  and  rows  of  his  subjects  dreams.
The  dreams  showed  a  vibrant  inner  life.
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Dreams  of  love
Dreams  of  sadness
Dreams  of  dreams

He  would  sit  and  watch
marvel  at  their  complexity
at  their  confounding  hilarity
so  he  decided  to  play  his  own  tape.

He  had  recorded  every  night  as  he  went  to  sleep
But  never  had  he  dared  to  look  at  them
scared  of  what  he  would  see
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with  shivering  hands  he  found  his  tape
pushed  it  in  the  waiting  slot  of  the  player
and  pressed  play.
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He  watched  in  horror  until  the  tape  was  finished
The  tape  was  blank,  showing  nothing  at  all