and then there is the undone dream
the dream you woke up in the middle of
the death of one who was not supposed to
or whom you will never be ready to
let go
the action you would have taken then
if only you knew what you know now
all unborn within you
all as much a part of you
as the dreams you dreamed to the end
and then could finally forget
the deaths of those who died
and then came to you in light or in darkness
the deaths of those who then flew through you
or who then appeared in a vision
and then quietly faded into the nothingness
you could not see
or the actions you still remember sharply
with shame or with pride
all undone or done inside you
all your restless spirit and your questing mind
all your muscle’s pull and your certain skill
all your body and your soul