In darkness, the fears come.
Fears of loss, uncontrolled-
our children, our minds, our wealth
into cancer, into violence, or
some such terror. The fears come.
Later
in darkness, the plans come
to protect our guarded things.
And with the plans, rumination on
how plans are monitored, day by day,
night by night, the plans come.
Later
in darkness, the dreams come.
With blinding lights, brilliant fruits
arranged for feasts of the many dimensions,
and the touch of lovers long since gone
to the holy place, to Elysium.