is a kind of poverty.
To dream of red flashing lights,
and that only, is also sad.
To dream of flashing red
bunnies, however; to sleep,
and by a sleep to say
we dream of red and green
rabbits flashing, among cars,
and a friend we haven't seen
in quite awhile standing
naked in their midst;
to sleep: perchance to die
in this our lonely shadow,
is basically to wake up
in a most alert way,
suddenly, and on a Sunday
afternoon, at the futon's
edge, one hand on the floor,
and to know, at last,
that one's existence
has meaning; has, not only
meaning, but importance;
has, in short, a dream
toward which to point its
prow as toward the rising sun
that, white on the horizon,
fills the water with its flashes.
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