Long dark dreams and silent screams that chase away the light

stealing into sleepless streams of consciousness at night

slithering past sentries

past the sentinels of sight

deepening the creases and the crevices of spite

jangling the coffers of the hatred that we fight

jarring us and barring us from being what we might

snaking through our suffering

permitting through our pain

a kingdom come to soothe our aching

smoothe our waking train

of thought along its tracks

concealing cracks of what they call

the Dawn of man's own mindstream

such a fine stream

searching for a bed to make

and lie in

silly human brain

its chain of thought gets caught

on rocks

a lot

and still we cry in

shame and daub our blame

across the faces of our brothers

like a flame

and in our secret places

think the others aren't the same

and think the Oneness we proclaim

is but a name

we sleep a wink

and in our deepest silence

still

we sink