Some Myths Come Up Inside Us
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Some myths come up inside us with the force
Of memory. I wake to find that I
Have been gnawing on the flesh of a Norse
God; just a dream, except that there’s the dye
Of truth in it because the meat was Charles
My friend. That is the ruthless fact of dreams.
They see into us. The unconscious snarls.
The id refuses certainty and seems
To lie in waiting like the HIV
That’s found a place to hide where facile test
And scientific probing cannot see,
A virus made of demon in the chest.
00Voracious, conscienceless the deep mind flares
0000 Up harsh, the opposite of Jacob’s stairs.