When our brains overwhelm us
with castles of cloud and dream,
filled up with fairy princesses
and creeping corpses who all seek
to hold us down to the cellar
floor — whether with warm embrace
or cold bones — now! now is the
time for prayer and poetry!
Death and damnation lie only in
thinking oneself a spiritual failure,
not again trying to stir from
underneath those bricks of cloud.
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