Rest with theoretical suffering,
disrupt the peace of
my company.
Darkness in the mind
cannot touch the
world we share.
Nightmares cannot become real,
could only have come already,
and you know this;
I'm as ineffectual
over your nightmares as
your mind.
Love's inadequacy sticks me,
a succulent spine between
my sternum,
multifaceted and, naturally,
coated with a odious resin
like childhood.
We were red with rebellion
and called it
determinism.
You were fearless
and it brought you
nightmares.
