In the dream

c. FEWalls

There is no end to the darkness above my face –
the darkness, moonless and without stars.

Below me, a small mound of palest light
fits stark and clean on the root of night.

No movement sensed in the silence,
no other face or hand,

as if a newborn were laid asleep among the dunes,
she awakens wild with cold,

and the mother has turned away for the last time.


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“Art is a lie that makes us realize truth at least the truth that is given us to understand ... " Pablo Picasso
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