Image credit: The Night Mare, Henry Fuseli

(Trish Jean)

A dreaming moment
Recurs with a gasp
Matching the
Feeling that comes on
Its coat tail
Whipping in to
Consciousness then
Exploding with its own
mean joyousness
I had not known
The void of the bereft
Felt not like a void at all
But instead a giant
Universe that by its
Nature claims
All your star wishes
And misplaces your feet
It’s the journey
It’s also the risk
That you will yank back
Curtains to find
Sometimes it’s hard
To know what
To do with the epiphany


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