A window uncovered

A window uncovered

Exposed to the night

A darkened tunnel

Reaching to the sky

Where a billion stars fly

Higher and higher

Pulling further away

With every passing day

But for light pollution,

There would be even more to see.

High-intensity living

Too many people afraid of the dark

Sitting in shadow

Dreaming of flight

Widows and widowers

Waking from nightmares

Fumbling in the cutlery drawer

Undecided on suicide

Or a cup of tea.

Somebody hid all the knives

It was a fantasy

Embedded in delusion

When the house you thought was home

Resembled a prison

In a gothic story

A gory hammer horror

A nightmare with its roots in an imperfect reality

Entangled in theory

Tying the best of us in knots

As different faces overlap

In familiar places,

With unusual contexts

Subdivided into a series

Of tableaus

Presented in the wrong order.

Every dream seems to exist

As an interdependent stream

Pulled this way and that

By the proximity

Of a full moon

With its luminescent

Sad-mad pasty face

Framed in a window

Hanging on the wall

Seeking asylum

In a suspension of disbelief.