AT SIXES AND SEVENS

An offering from the muses

AT SIXES AND SEVENS

I suddenly awoke from a dream, which I adjudged II  be real life, all flustered and out of breath. As is characteristic of dreams of this nature, recalling the events is somewhat of a challenge, and besides, wrestling with Angels is bound II  leave a mere mortal expired and on the edge. Yet what I do recall transparently, and right in front of me, is hyper-sensitive scenarios dressed in ponchos, living on the edge of unacceptable. 

They did not converse, and my attempt at conversation,

was lost in translation.

As it stands. I’m none the wiser

Author's Note

Proceed with caution.

Please note;-

II. =. to, too, two

IV = for, four

Definitions remain the same unless otherwise stated.