Hand over mouth
because the dream
is so thick
it coats your skin in
its hot jelly until it is
your only protection.
It is so full of impossibilities
and false starts.
It is the problem
that never lets loose
an answer, that never
bends its back on
Caged in, but in love
like holding the body of a ghost.
Your faith must surpass
death, must embrace
the end without knowing for sure that there will ever be
a new beginning.
Copyright © 2006 by Allison Grayhurst
Published in “Spilt Ink Poetry” November 2015
Published in “Vine Figure Poetry Page” Fall 2015
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