The Images Churn
Most of us learn
to live with our demons
Seeing them coming
hearing their call
More in the night
when silence is running
Taking their place
to hide in the hall
Most of us learn
to live with our fears
More real when imagined
the images churn
Once they’re inside us
denial forsaken
To wed the dark moments
—whose effigy’s burn
(Dreamsleep: December, 2023)
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