There is no access to the non -manifest

   Midnight till 8.a.m.;I send my prayersinto the dark, the world turns it’s head. I tried to reach youin my dreams butyou were nowhere, our love was laid on shallow ground. The foxes wail:void off course moonorange splash of city light. I find you in unforeseen corners. Dimple of a strangers smiletouch of skin on cheeklast night it burnt me, a murmur in the airways. Midnight to 8.a.m.revelation hasn’t spawnedillumination: it comes in beads of sweat our grave of love is quite elliptic.