He grew up believing in tomorrow
Now he says
“I lived alone in a house with a sick dream”
His son too believes in tomorrow
Now he says he lives alone in a house with a sick man,
Both feel that truth is the final negation
Feeling the glare
And the need to endure.

Twin truths unable to scare each other away
Soliciting the denial
Underline what you hear
The law of the spirit speak softly
Her gates fall onto an open ended tomorrow
Poisonously alongside
In sleep in speak
Sometimes I wait for that unearthed feeling
That soft intensity
Pushing in.