GOORKHA Comments

My dear dream
it is time for us to part
I have to report for duty.

My job is
to suspect and strangle
the dreams that roam around
at odd hours.
This uniform
the stick, the knife and the torch
are meant for that.

The dog that can smell death
is my companion.
The owl that preys on the mouse
that crawls under the fence
is my companion.

Some dreams come
as silence clothed in sound
as darkness in darkness
as colours in colours
as vigilance in wakefulness.
Some fruits of knowledge come
with no sign of time
However awake I am
they do not become my vision.
Dogs and owls
do not see them.
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