The Dream
by Allen Williams circa 1989

after tossing and turning
for restless hours
at times
sleep breaks the silence of the night
and memories fragmented
slice vein
open wounds
gashed and bleeding
plasma seeps to the surface
amid this inverted dream

and this is where our darkness hides
wicked memories are revealed
with no sequence
no propriety
no order

disillusioned in this abstract dream
which is no dream at all
but merely reflections of our past
mirrored in shards of glass

that cut when they burn.