Goyescas.

In closing an eyelid
by every means
available, what dream
have we summed up,
within a furious night?
Is there any remedy,
a conjuring, for all the
years of caprichos?
Besides the wash of
reason with protective
measures: a blend
of water and maalox
will cleanse our sting,
briefly, only, briefly:
since none will forget
a supernatural recycle
of history, amplified,
so long as those dead,
remain upon waking.