In the Night from Halloween to All Saints’ Day

Rarely do I get up in the middle of the night to write.

This time a giant pumpkin flash awakened my brain from a living dead dream.

“Does each of us inhabit all alone a parallel universe within a Multiverse?”

For one’s very dearest thought by no one is outrightly shared, isn’t it?

How could we communicate, then, and act together?

There ought to be a space-time hole, a road to the day

when all hearts, open and close at last,

collectively manage to not suffer, or not excessively at least.