Human beings have been
programmed
to proclaim the near opposite sentiments of what is meant in the minds:
must at times
glean the truth from a dream—in the form
of a laser-beam of Light
from a Child of night who
walked into the night to inspire
(the Liar).
In dreams, there’s exclusion
from the
shell that cocoons you
at all times— intrusion!
But often consumes your waking reactions, because repercussions to
the unconscious body
are stapled to the conscious build.
The heavy body, that gets stuck in the mud.
And requires much food. (these are the Negatrons the Light Child moves).
With an array of colours and a box of light,
go our menders to fix us:
our Children of Night.
We are the children, asleep in our
plight to remedy
our daily-lives.
In our stepping-sleep
our soft feet refuse to get stuck in the mire,
unlike my wakeful mind, when it pilots
automaton-like—
heavy, like a million pounds—
directly into that Lake of Fire
dirtied all over from
fingerprints of trauma (rolling over me like truck-tires).
Our Children awaken to assist in our
retiring of these
road-blocks, because we don’t require
any more impediments keeping us apart.
When you sleep, you are
A Child of Light:
you possess the sight to
fix your errors;
the daytime ones that give life to Night-Terrors.
With an array of colours and a box
of Light
unconscious in the night,
we can right things in the morning.
-clw
10-9-17
copyright: C. Ward 2017
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