dreams forgotten
play out truth moments
unchronicled
lost to consciousness
joining parting
Lasers of day light
pry under lids
to burn away the residue
of insight and night escape
All that’s left are
ashes of darkness
borne on the outsighing
of waking breath
Tunnel vision filters white
light that would otherwise
prism every knowing color
A sudden flash reflects
sun off the windows
of a coroner’s van
In a negative image
too brief to register
déjà vu riddles...
dream or truth?
long late shadows
wrap inigma
in blind amnesia