maybe it is forever having to be certain
as in the tale of Sleeping Beauty that
all the spinning wheels are banned
to the last one in the Kingdom
so that the curse at hand is averted.
somehow, there is always one left
and one spindle is all that is needed
to cause her not to awake
for such a long time.
who can cut through the briars now
that have grown so thick around her
around us all.
when will we awake and if we do
will we recall the dreams
that came to us then
or will the same danger await us
some languorous afternoon
in another curious disguise
in a palace full of lies
and we repeat the miserable pantomime
the same scene in the same recurring and
intransigent play.
and you and I
on some revolving stage
that bodes no good.
o earth, desist.
and oh my soul
find out the secret room
where death awaits
for all your lovely childhood's sake
and vanquish it
with Light.
before the perilous night returns
and banishes us
again.
mary angela douglas 7 august 2019
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