At the edge of dreams,
And nightmares,
The city sprawled somewhere near
And glowing softly,
Where ideas flutter in a flurry,
Furious wing-beating, and competing,
The brain rides a bullet train
From station to station.
And in the next room...
A muffled cry
For, in the shadows
Our deepest fears lie.
They bubble to the surface,
Inky black,
And while the city sleeps,
I weep
...
And later while the sun rolls out,
I'll nap!
