A new light from the southeast
hits resistant windows
glaring not to wake up
but you can’t stay asleep
the chimeras
where you are abandoned
only will be nightmares
a little longer
before the dying shadows show
the spiderwebs that terrified
glisten now like galaxies
the dust that once you mourned
is now alive
the boxes with your name on them
stored inside the rafters
have ceased their pull
as you look out on a brighter,
more benign world.
