This morning it had me again,
The cancerous vision of dates,
Ranks, marks, counseling.
Spreading like rumours into my soul.
These visions, they devour me,
Like guilt, like carnal desire.
I am afraid now to go to sleep,
Lest, watching like a hired assassin,
These dreams jump out from the alleys
Those which I have kept shut,
Like a neighbourhood abandoned during a plague,
Or a ship quarantined at the harbor.
But they will appear, these dreams,
Who lie waiting,
Like old age,
Certain to greet me
With an embrace.