Wednesday, April 11, 2007

PROSE POEM I

The somnabolist walks among us. Without Doctor Caligari's aid he murders the ancient dreamers of our city and spares others like him, spiritless and seeking surer means of anesthesia. The living shall know dreamless slumber, even as they build the pyramids, till another man's godless acre, and begat many more recruits to march in lockstep to the great hypnosis.

Copyright 2007, by Jon Gregory. Written in 1992.

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