REALIZATION
At the coming of awareness
The gray patterns of the coming light
Evolve before my eyes,
Tearing my soul from desperate slumber,
Spiking poison tendrils into my fleeting dreams,
Wonderful dreams!
Though always dreams,
Always in vain.
Merciless light:
You are cruel to disturb my dreams.
In them, I live a hero.
In you, I live a fool.