Last Night In Furtive Dream

Last night in furtive dream Wheels turned and cogs smashed together Out of anyone's control; All those that I once loved Were thrown together in catastrophe And the ones who'd already died Were busy dying again And the young ones held hostage by the drama. Then when I woke, I was amazed to discover That things which had seemed random chance before Had in fact happened at the correct time To cause the least stress and imposition; Inhibition, of the ones left behind, And death no longer seemed so contrarian, Ahead of schedule: instead Death seemed most practical Doing things in a sensible time. The collision of the old, in their wearing away And the young, setting out with their fresh hearts Was stood apart; averted by a safety factor of years And it was a happy thing, to know that the present perfect Was never going to be mortgaged of hopefulness By the hoary past holding onto it, with it's last bitter strength- And this is the way that the soul's brilliance reveals things to us And this is the way it has ever been.