My favorite poet on twitter (https://twitter.com/LexMeehan) once said:
"We're hallucinating inside the terrible yawn of nightmare."
My reply-poem:
It's a thought convincing
Piercing
But far from wincing
That the hallelujahs and halting stabs
Are hallucinogens...
All halls traveled
By love
By touch
By lack of touch
By every sense and thought and feeling
Of our lives