I am one of the lingering bad ones, and so do I slink away, and pause, and ponder, and ponder, and pause, and do work without knowing why - not surely for this brief world, and more sure it is not for heaven - and I ask what this message of Christ means.
Emily DickinsonWe dream โ it is good we are dreaming โ It would hurt us โ were we awake โ But since it is playing โ kill us, And we are playing โ shriek โ What harm? Men die โ externally โ It is a truth โ of Blood โ But we โ are dying in Drama โ And Drama โ is never dead โ Cautious โ We jar each other โ And either โ open the eyes โ Lest the Phantasm โ prove the Mistake โ And the livid Surprise Cool us to Shafts of Granite โ With just an Age โ and Name โ And perhaps a phrase in Egyptian โ It's prudenter โ to dream โ
Emily Dickinson