Distractions quieted,
then sleep, dreams, and a few messages
from the unknown. We tend to ignore
visions and all manner of abstractions and reveries,
left to dissolve in the light of day.
A quiet night for the suspension of grief,
relief from our inner wrangling,
the contrived dramas,
heartbreak, sadness,
and the clamor
of the things we create simply because we can.
But for the lovers in bed whispering as one,
night is the curtain.
From: Shorts: Short Poems
On How We Ramble
Unpub. MS p. 74
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