Forgiving the Dark

Sleep’s tentacles loose and tickling
should not be the enemy
nor the medicine.  And when Day
stands in its way, it collapses under the demand.

Parables, too, reach beyond night,
never stay taped with snapshots
on wood paneled walls and turn history
even in the present.

Dreaming to understand them only means
understanding will never happen.
Sleep can never be the enemy; not the medicine
unless it’s supposed to last forever.

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