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Poetry of Issue #8        Page 30

Requiem for a Dream

The one-horned night pokes, cleaves you in half
it coagulates all your experience
in a thick slimy liquid dripping through all parts of your
porous soul when the imaginary has broken the leash
now running stark naked, uncontrolled, unfettered,
in the surreal fields lit by the burnished sun
birthing a thousand dream in your half-open eyelids
as a requiem for a half-dream, suffused with the deep sleep
with bated breath gasping for air, dream resting on the soft ends,
of your fingertips like a fleeting touch of a butterfly
Your hands stretched out, fingers clawed
scooping away your share of lightness
from the sky laced with dying light of the day
that sliver of happiness throbbing like a heavy vein
in your temples, heart racing, and throbbing
ears buzzing with the electrified hum of the
fireflies dancing in the nights, these naked moments of the
nights cleaves your heart open, slices off in halves
leaves you standing under the ashen nights like a saguaro
beckoning the dark skies. You finally become witness to this
the monstrosity of nature as it rattles you up from your nightmare.

Megha Rani