Lives Past And To Come Valentine

Reading is better than sleeping

But dreaming leads to a deeper reading

Of reality's hidden meaning

Of the world's secret text

Here eyes ache head hurts

But there eyeless and headless

Words tremble into beings

Take up their beds and walk

Out past language and thought

Into a single silent flame
Where we moths are caught

Waking in death's little dream

We hover sizzle are consumed

We children of the sun and moon

Returned to read the earth our home