Those, we don’t cherish to remember,
come to us in our dreams;
midnight dreams,
knocking aloud,
these wanted/unwanted,
desired/undesired guests,
deadly intruders, sitting on fuzzy edges,
talk to us, laugh, eat with us,
play, oftentimes weep,
writhe in pains, quarrel with us,
and make our intense memory
ebb in our dreams.

They leave us,
amid the magnified meaning of life.
And in the magnified meaning of life
we are at cross-purposes with our negatives
unable to live with them,
or without them,
as if we have lived totally
meaningless life like water
that has never warbled.