The sight of a mother's smirk
a dream beyond dreaming
leaving, lying
baring the intrinsic wound
of hope.
Human pain sighs desperately
beyond the joy of nights before
crying to the nothingness
for a reason for faith.
We all know what to do
but recognition is incompatable
reason or experience.
Dreams never end
but every new dawn fades.
(26 March 1988)
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