What Dreams May Come

No candles any more. Just dark. No sleep that lasts. Just light. Such a useless thing that days are. Seeing naught but what has shattered. No dreams any more. Just blades in the night. They stab my heart until it drips morphine. No colors about the sky. Just time upon a saturine sea. That water that drowns all but tears. No moons any more. Just cast reflections against the tide. That pale phantasm that reminded me I loved her. Just blurry ripples, then it’s gone.

– Mitsuo Tanaka


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