Dream #16 Poem by Kyle Schlicher

we must wear the glove
we have chosen to fit us
as we stand naked
in a halo of dust
and will it be enough
will it satisfy
or merely gratify
the unquenchable thirst
always appearing first
moments before the hearse
a
r
r
i
v
e
s
in our lives
to take us away
far
away
from yesterday
watch tomorrow rise
surrendering skies
close your eyes
say your good byes
if you desire
if you must
silence then
HUSH
turn to rust
turn to rust
in something we must
TRUST
then turn
burn
slowly
learn
never
secrets few ever earn
it does not concern
those who never blush
there is no rush
unspoken silence
will
s
h
a
t
t
e
r
never to matter
egg shell ego to crush
turn
to
rust
turn to rust

(5-10-1990)