The Ominous Real

When in the middle of the night

Waking on a sudden zap

You think on your mountain of piled sins

And in each instance

See reflected the ignorance of children

Then you imagine that you are without aim

And then betray your sense of valuelessness

Then at certain dark predawn moments

Feeling the wave of ominous uncertainty

You see how far from our everyday questions

The deep certain feeling of The Real can flow