Have you ever tried to forget a nightmare?
Eyes open to the dark, desperately avoiding the nightmare-shaped hole in your thoughts;
fighting to stay awake long enough for the bad things to give up and leave you alone.
What can you possibly think of in those moments?
What impenetrable serenity can be won so cheaply?
There are weeds in every garden,
blown in on the currents
or creeping through the cracks.
You can spend your life on your knees,
clawing, tearing, uprooting;
or you can be overrun.
