liminal

in the night
when dreams betray
the flimsy web of truth
and the walls of dreams
grow paper thin
moments lodged
inside the eiderdown
lift the dreamer
from sleep’s dark bed
to another doorway
and the flimsy truth
beyond

© BH, 1992/2024

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A revised manuscript fragment from 1992; one tiny page torn from a tiny notepad and secreted in another tiny book.

I tinkered with it a bit and thought it worth hanging on to.

Words… just words…