Something Old, Something Dark

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I dream my dreams
and I wish and hope. . .

These are the ingredients,
I am told,
for success.

I, myself,
add something else,
another step,

much older
than the dreams
we dream,

one much older
than attaining
our desires:

I sing the song
of fear and nightmares.

Those things of darkness
we all must face,

those demons and devils
we all must conquer,
we all must overcome. . .

and are so often ignored.

I sing the song
of confronting the devil.

But ignore the dark
and it will grow.
Deny it, not, or it will scream
for release

and breathe in
the life you so desire

in the pleasantness of the dreaming

and breathe out
the refuse it
no longer needs

when it
has had
its succor.

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