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