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"Nightmares" (by Joe DiMino)
Tonight I will write of Nightmares--
Not of content, both vague and concentrated,
Nor of hour--for the sun and moon
In such dreams collide;
But I will write of darker cloaks,
And still paler vales;
Of the start when uncovering
Gray intangible corpse--
The breathless Falling away
In downward spiral,
Penetrating infamous depths--
The oozing out of soul that comes from
Pitiless boring--
Awakened for a froth of panic--
Remember? No!
One does not retain such things,
A blessed mind in this way
Knows best what to keep
From one’s cowardly-self--
Things that cannot be explained
In calm defense
Or even brave defiance--
Wisely refraining from
Dark-whispers unthinkable;
Hermetically sealing
The bloodless tissues of lost-time,
Rabid flickering of the spirit--
Lengths of unholy secrets
We guardedly compress as REM--
Those shortened moments
But of infinite elasticity
Where all men fatally snap
But God brilliantly stretches on….