Better To Be Forgotten Poem by Heather Owens

fingertips dip into the vortex
coaxing out the feathers of desire
wisps of beings vapid in their feelings
they coalesce into the object
to which affection targets
wishing the phantom into life
no thoughts float around
banging into the boundaries of dreams
no reasons drown the purity
of which wishes can achieve
only desire exists
only fulfillment
only the pain of reality waiting across the dreamscape
silently watching
willing to grant a brief reprieve
from the suffering that awaits
the dreams once tasted
stir the insides
until no rest in the denial can be found