I can’t descend further into hell –
I’m still chained to the stars.
One Dream
Let me dream paradise,
merciful, unsullied.
Recollections of a Green Man;
Eden’s guard –
quicksilver streams and a quiet dominion.
Let me leave the personal,
the cutting words,
the hours.
I find no time to live my waking life
as golden explosions of fire –
just a nervous stumble
and a spark at the desperate edge of night.
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