Last night I dreamt for 20 years,
and life unraveled, picked into bare threads
before me. I'm still crying.
The beauty and love and trust
is so fragile, and betrayal
wins so easily. A small deed
or its absence will fester and ****.

Last night I dreamt for 20 years.
Believe me, hold your loved ones
with every hug you can spare,
and never forget the kindnesses
each day bestows. For tomorrow
breeds doubt and amnesia, and
believe me, karma will bite you
in the ***. Maybe not in this life,
but you will taste the bitterness.
And, oh, how its acrid decay
burns holes in the tongue.

Last night I dreamt for 20 years.
Even if you deny yourself
salvation, at least spare
the Others you (once) love(d).
Do this, and protect the
Dreamers, like me, from our
raining bleeding hearts.