When shadows
you know
step and shine
on shadows you don’t,
you might see what
Vishnu once saw:
The creation of all earth,
of all life,
a dream-
bound together
in joy and tears,
the codas caught
frozen in time
and left for later,
like an old
high school yearbook
boxed somewhere
up in the attic.
And somehow,
in this restless
night of shadows,
of shopping malls
and trips to the dentist,
with each grinding
wear and tear of the
karmic wheel’s turn,
you gaze upon
love’s sleeping face,
and see at last that
dreams once dreamt
can never be replaced.
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