Every Poem Should Remind The Reader That

Those Who Dream By Day Are Cognizant Of Many Things Which Escape Those Who Dream Only By Night. In Their Gray Visions They Obtain Glimpses Of Eternity, And Thrill, In Waking, To Find That They Have Been Upon The Verge Of The Great Secret. In Snatches, They Learn Something Of The Wisdom Which Is Of Good, And More Of The Mere Knowledge Which Is Of Evil.

I Remained Too Much Inside My Head And Ended Up Losing My Mind.

And The Life Of The Ebony Clock Went Out With That Of The Last Of The Gay. And The Flames Of The Tripods Expired. And Darkness And Decay And The Red Death Held Illimitable Dominion Over All.

They Who Dream By Day Are Cognizant Of Many Things Which Escape Those Who Dream Only By Night.

Every Poem Should Remind The Reader That They Are Going To Die.