"The world as it stands
is no narrow illusion,
no phantasm,
no evil dream of the night;
we wake up to it,
forever and ever;
and we can neither forget it
nor deny it
nor dispense with it.”

Henry James

~~~

crumpled tissues soggy slog
brew of up-all-night tears
daylight brings no belief,

sunlight offers but illusory relief

we dream awake,
awoken, we yet dream

some one...any one
come to me
be number one
on my to do list
be my next breath

and

whisper with heated words:

the world as it stands is
never standing,
revolver shot turning unceasing.
permission granted for water borne drops of
fated phantasy,
shower shaken

to

never forget never deny
fresh in every turning,
write sourced furnacing
that though the
weary
worn worries of
forever and ever
have a terminal final,
and though the Phoenix consumed,
it's whited ashes give rebirths hope
our narrow illusions
will yet be transformed
into broad avenues of better directions,
there will be
restitution
there will be
Union

for the lesson is cotton plain:

that the world as it stands,
stands not!

on its axis,
turn, turn, turn,
each revolution,
an explosion,
an opportunity
for restitution!

a revolution
if only we never dispense
with the belief
to believe