[poetry] dream

a dream becomes a nightmare
when you wake up and realize
it wasn’t real


the fire burns
the glass
drops of acid fall
on my eyelash

I see you through
a dirty mirror contemplating
my fate
the unending days the unending nights
the shadows the lights
what faith?

I lost myself
on an attempted redemption
or a tender temptation
abandoned on stone gardens
between the corpses of my dreams
I see your face, angel

I will bring this dream
to reality
create and recreate it
birth it out of my mind

with all the silent cruelty
captured on your smile


a dream is
the small madness that resides in the dark


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