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And in the narrow vision of my half closed eyes I see
Dark shapes emerging
And descending into every favorite object
Of my long harbored hopes and fears
And yours.
Inflicting my beloved place with darkness
They mount and dive into the realms of physics
And of clarity;

And so we sit
In our favorite coffee house with tea and cake,  and ache
And ache for we can feel their presence
As they invoke in us that fear
Of breaking mirrors and of shaking ground;

And now partaking in our gestures and our face
- They come into this world
And break what we had hoped for with a grace
That only creatures from the underworld possess
To lessen our role in the real world –
They grab hold of our arms:
Yours first
Then mine
And climb with us onto a mountain top so dark
And so remote that we now feel
As though our eyes half-closed again.

And in the beauty of this sleep
I am no longer able to shake off the beasts
Of non-reality.

Cosmic created verse,
A paradox of inversion and introspection,
I am I am...
Less elastic time separating from space,
Snapping back like a rubber-band,
Releasing the ether to expand,
Without keen observation,
All happening at once,
Entanglements preserved,
Lightning strikes not once,
Myriads cluster into singularity,
Birthing God again,
In minds of Hadrons measurements,
Collectors dis-uniting matter,
And matters of self,
Empty is the chamber,
That records such things.

Maximum hot silence,
As neutrinos finger-out,
Playful harmonies,
on this fretted frown,
Nano-seconds before light overwhelms,
And billionths become measured,
Strutting and strumming and fingerings found,
Playfully erupt,
Like sound interrupted,
And staccato resounds,
Expanse and corruption,
Bringing me down,
Creating life glimpses,
Often unfound,
This mere direction,
Taking lifestyle mirth,
Unknowing and knowing,
For whatever its worth.

For me it is full and hollow, rings of tree
seas of dream, waves awash my sleepy meadow
skies will sing, nights will go
music, deepest dark of cello
and when will come - the sun?
I wait, the day that it will shine
once again for me

The sun sprung from blackest clouds
tears and stars were raining, little meteors
red before the dawn
I seek to sing asleep
troubles, phantoms deep
my sleepy ghosts still awake
have stayed much too late