Feel Good
All across the sky are written
the secrets of the night.
We look for meanings
in these arrangements,
but there is only distance,
in that cold darkness
that separates and divides.
We cannot reach beyond
but one hand over the eyes
can block out all of the sky.
This willing blindness
created by the need to believe,
to become a child again.
To be taken back to childhood,
by the hand to that garden
of innocence and protection.
Where what is too hard to face,
too dangerous, too real,
is taken away from us
and handed to the devils,
where blame is transferred,
so we can feel good again.
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