We pushed through
until dawn but
not really.
It's noon
in the world
of nightmares.
Troops push on
their retreat;
wet from the
lack of rain
and growing thin from
abundance and
waste.

We push on-:
our symbolic, drunken
gestures.
Dressed in
cerement,
lavishly celebrating
this last of
days.

Nihil Obstat; (nothing is taken away)
Nothing hinders; (nothing is given)

Nothing hinders on
this dream;
it's noon
in the world
of nightmares.
A soft noon;
a casualty of
equinoctial memory.