Now, after all this time, I catch at last a precious
glimmer, obvious and crude——
it takes two to tango, fear is feeling, nothing matters——
If I had know it then, as I see now, I might have woken
sooner, spared Sleeping Beauty
status and prick of spindle, or the sorrier van Winkle,
who slept and dreamt while all his family lived and died.
The great thing now is to remember reality
will not be bent, won’t be undone,
not by force of will upon another mind nor any hell-bent fury
against my own poor guide.