A.B. Jakobs

The essence of dream

How does one capture the essence of dream?

For my ephemeral stay cannot compare

To all the tales the gods have to share

But I am not my dreams’ sovereign

For when the cosmos calls for my leaving

My dreams will impose upon the unbelieving

 

Where lines and curves are fiendishly wrought

O’er impossible vistas at the brink of mind

Joined thro rekindled pillars that logic defies

Whose fragile seams shine its colourless light 

Here every man can revel in the gods’ work

Though only so long as their intentions will lurk


03/10/2022