Vacillation, Sleep, Dreams... Poem by RIC BASTASA
Vacillation, Sleep, Dreams...
when things get worse
stop for a while and sleep
there are times when dreams
talk and give you
directions like a mother
to her son
listen
decipher the scenes of
mists
observe the shadows
trace the source of light
learn that the waters get through
here
because there is a way
an exit because
there is an entrance
why hurry? delay because
death sometimes comes too
early...
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