I’ve wondered if dawn’s like birth, if dusk’s like death
and we’re given these metaphors to pique our curiosity
as if to say, in this world nothing’s real.
You imagine this a dream?
Yes, these are shades, as Plato said
trying to spread a little light.
But this is difficult among men,
men would rather grasp at shades.
Is this a dream?
What Plato suggests is that
life shelters in shadows in this desert,
learn this first