This poem is taken from PN Review 82, Volume 18 Number 2, November - December 1991.
Faithless DreamsSometimes, in dreams, we meet our souls'
Perfectly matched shells -
Linked at the dreamer's hasp, shone through
With heat glowed from a lucent dark
Between curves. Even as we coil about
Sleeping companions, the shells close,
Melting the quick …
Sense of the ridiculous,
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