i sleep in strange ways

these days

bursts of deep deep sleep

only and hour or two

and then i wake up

still half in a dream

i dream in strange ways

these days

Dante’s Inferno

and The Decameron

Hieronymus Bosch and such

The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse

I dream of a great body of men

many bodies

as one

Stumbling forward

pushing and shoving

blindly and crude

This way and that they stumble

and some fall

There is no stopping

this great body of men

in headless motion

oh man!

come here

and sit with me for a while

come here and lets breath and hold our hands

lets talk and weep quietly

and let the tears wash

the blindness from our eyes

oh man!

hu-man!

lets not rush when we don’t know where to

oh man!

we have done that for too long

oh man!

hu-man!

it is time to wake up now

and remember who we are

and where

we are meant to be