Remembrance Beyond Death

I have chased it in a thousand dreams
caught fistfuls of silhouette
scratched and bit
shadow under the fingernails –
awakened by the taste of nothing.
I am proud. I am feral –
Everything real is.

What a curse
drilling through the skull.
Nothing can die in a dream,
no matter how
I dissect and cleave,
bludgeon, burn, perforate –
it will leave in the morning
and be whole again,
in the evening

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