 DREAM HISTORY
For when I dream of myself
my furrowed face becomes a newborn baby.
On my crumpled bunk-bed
- it happens - I find it hard to sleep.
In my soul long a blinding gloom,
...a suicidal silence.
I've always needed a holy Someone for my deserved existence,
To pull me back from the Calvary of your self-pity.
There I would have fled still,
that the very thought of my fears might not hurt.
Cowering like a blind man in terror.
I waited for Tomorrow,
the chance to be
who was left a survivor, a wasting survivor, shaping his life,
because he had lived it all.
Unexpectedly and suddenly opened
The wings of the law of everything:
cherry-cheeked twilight,
A symphony of cherry-tree cherries
like a magnet - budding
Promise and temptation in the present
that might have been,
- our sacrifice of giving copied our future
With fervour the present. Because it is unknown,
strange light was the petal-fluttering eye
and the shadows were broken into shards of broken glass
- of Edenic nights imagined
where could they have gone?!
Who would be alarmed at every noise?
For he's a coward
and consciously?! Only in his own cells
...but in their own minds can they perceive the other danger.
I alone, who have been so much hurt
from the grasp of the biting pincers, as a desolate
I have returned,
I have conjectured.
interconnections of revolving, repetitive
chain of repetition and repetition.
An expressive pearl of truth for a handful of survival.
From the eye from which it rolled out
Its halo luminosity dims. Thus
The lone tear may be left to itself,
while the restless foam-skin
Softly licks its spherical member;
In it still visible as a wavering candle-light
The steady hope is trapped.
- This is what touches me for the umpteenth time: in deer's eyes
A kindly thoughtfulness cherished.
The self-denying courage of self-consciousness.
As one who has already confessed everything with penitent honesty,
that he could know, counting on others.
to survive,
suddenly breaks down all emotional barriers
in himself; trusting in redemption
of his pain.