So Few Dreams
January 29th, 2011
by Mark Reep
So few dreams are the doors they seem. The window brightens, the looking-glass clouds;
when you look again, that path is gone, wisdom withered, ashes at your feet. I know
baby, it’s hard, it’s hard. But you’re no virgin, you know that crow– Don’t give him the
satisfaction of watching you grasp after shards of never-was. Bird the bastard if you
want, but whatever you do, don’t let him see you cry.
