Cavalcade of dreaming,

darkest night careering,

spinning ever onwards;

falling into meaning.

Houses without rooves,

horses without ears,

dogs with purple fur;

realms of deepest fears.

Faces without form,

falling without end,

demons send us fleeing;

consciousness pretends.

Running without clothes,

naked in all sight,

horrors in the dawn;

desperate for the light.



About rosross

Editor, writer, poet.
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One Response to Dreams

  1. johnbenneth says:

    1 Samuel 15; Numbers 31 genocide

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