It starts with a dream
about Nemo’s submarine,
cat hair, and oral sex,
three ingredients which
just shouldn’t be combined
if continued sleep is the objective.
Wide awake now and what
to do but pad around on
quiet feet, the darkness a
half-rembered friend,
familiar objects rendered
in shade and shadow,
dimension shifted,
flattened perspective,
a prescription for the
unclean mind;
disassemble is the order
of the dark and it shatters
realities hub.
It is beautiful in the
chaotic run up to dawn,
where the flowering lion
unleashes a river between
waking dreams;
this is the land of
artistic temperament
and here we who are
fractured in waking life
are kings in the shadows.

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