CROWDS OF DREAM
You burn with the vision of other worlds
Forgetting the conflicts of stars and gutter
And the urges flood between the moods of grey
As discontent is displaced;
Conscious you know direction`s thought
Though world of dreams disrupts the flow
Of certainty, and chaos of desire
Wakens you to confusion;
But crowds of dream cannot answer bells
And order must find an upright stand:
Save for coherence, we splatter on the ice
Which requires continuous movement.
Painting By: Ken Palmer
