Pile of Dreams

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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