Tuesday, December 07, 2004

Last Night I Had a Dream

wake me from a dream
of the arithmetic of the sky.
the patterns of darkness weave a nighttime
out of
solitude and
who are all these searchers searching seething
horizons for the sails of knowing?
Icarus stains the indigo with courage and hubris.
some of us contemplate truth in our dreams -
some of us murder -
some of us shudder to think our own thoughts knowing this
is the ultimate treason.
mutiny and morpheus conspire a firebomb and
an assasination.

Joe Nolan


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