Darkness comes. The curtain rises. <br /> <br />Risible remnants of disparate deeds <br />Entering through fissures of the unconscious <br />Awaken the place where dreams reside. <br /> <br />Morning approaches. The curtain falls.<br /><br />Prionsías Ó Canáin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nightflight-to-yesterdays/
