Ex-Dreams It's not natural no matter how kind and generous I Make it out to be, it's only tolerance and that's not Taken graciously rather settled for as resistance  to The pressure ... You're energy buffing me.  Been trying to remember How to say that like past night dreams, sleeping wide Awake with your thoughts echoing against The tenseness of my skin ... Mind rape, that's what it is only pleasures you That peacefulness be made impure, self Becomes an overbearing shadow cast indiscriminately And precisely at the same tempo ... It doesn't work, you know Your pathos strengthens my lullaby. - Cathy Hanlon 8/00