4/28/2023

Each dawn I cling to wishful visions dreamt,
As darkness shows the truth, so light conceals
cherished nightmares unowned but lent
by generous makers of the unreal,
To see them born here would be to heal
one thousand cuts, which signal not
some unjust torture nor dare reveal
an innocence, upon waking wrought,
But do bleed anew with each vile thought.