Here we are ...

So this is where you lay your head at night,
and these walls watch your small, still body
as your dreams wander the landscape of your heart.

Could this frail setting be the palace for the unfolding
of you, every evening?

tales

"The wish is the first truth about us, since it represents not that learned principle of reality which half-governs our workaday hours, but the primary principle of pleasure which governs infancy, sleep, daydreams--and certainly, many stories. Reading stories, we cannot help remembering Groddeck's 'We have to reckon with what exists, and dreams, daydreams too, are also facts; if anyone really wants to investigate realities, he cannot do better than to start with such as these. If he neglects them, he will learn little or nothing of the world of life.' If wishes were stories, beggars would read; if stories were true, our saviors would speak to us in parables. ... "

-Randall Jarrell, On the Truth in Fairy Tales

:-)

<----(crying)

Darkness
is all I can see in this square room,
with four blank walls
and a bare floor—
I cannot even see my body,
though I can feel its warmth.

Not even my hands in front of my face
can be seen, but the walls can’t be longer
than fifteen feet each—
or so I guess, measuring
heel to toe, heel-to-toe.

I’m not sure whether I should look for you
or just wait here;
but surely I do part of the work,
and I want to be found busy, trying.

So now I am just running my hands along,
down,
these blank walls, in the dark.

healthy

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