ABSOLVED

symbiosis.

I long for cures
of griefs,
and my dreams
feed on me
like fungi.

dreams relax me
luring me into lulls,
then jerk me off
with sharp thrills,
burning pleasure
so earned
in the first
few minutes.

it is dawn.
always.
am I haunted?
by dreams?
or by myself,
the multiple me's
absolved of fears
fuelled by courage.

Am I absolved
of my crimes
committed in
my dreams?
or do I need
to kill again
those good ones
who as
ghosts
strangle my lulls?

...I can only fear!