So luminous near the dream. My thoughts get weird. So gloomy below the rain, the relentless rain. Leaves float by in the temporary stream beside his grave. Sleep! The lust has gone. All sensuousness has blown away on the wind. You stroke angry memories. Yes! You nurture and cherish every injustice you have suffered. Be Aware! The love that was keeps going, slipping out of reach. You are graying, wanting love, sex, breakfast. Say goodbye to hope. Take a backward glance at the shadow of your youth. For whose sake did you sacrifice sanity.
by Thomas Wigington