I have listened to my dreams
Seekping truth in eclipses,
Moon coming through the sun --
The God's blind eyes
A prison for souls.
The hospitals are only
Prisons to make us weak,
The infection of sickness giving
Work to doctors of madness.
Only in dreams are we sane:
So sure they never make sense
Except when they come to us
As nightmares of this age.
No comments:
Post a Comment