Closed eyes against the t.v. screen
A flap of skin shielding the fervor of
Hard hitting dreams, something mean.
You retain what you don’t remember but still…
How much is missed in the rear view mirror?
For we have thought the longer thoughts
And gone the shorter way.
And we have danced to devils' tunes,
Shivering home to pray;
To serve one master in the night,
Another in the day
-Ernest Hemingway
