I dreamt last night
it might not sound much
but it’s been months
months without sleep
months without dreams
cultivating seeds of chaos
planting them in the heart
here and there, now and again
harvesting rage and insatiety
drilling the void
digging the scars
with whitened knuckles
gripping a bloodied hook
food and love-starved
when half-mad and cornered
came the realisation
that, faced with shadows
the soul was trapped
the body yielded
getting sustenance
finally, from within
first a speck of light
dancing like a floater
then summerlike sunrays
and all of a sudden
brighter than a quasar
warm, delicate, vibrant
and all I could do
after that dream
was to gowpen its light
take it to my heart
until it fused with it
so now I can
welcome the night
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