By Etienne Muller. From 'Perspectives' Askif Press

Dreaming the old fever-dreams again:
grey imaginings, waning on waking,
defying the studied parameters
of my fretful comprehension.

Wily orientals trapping dreams in reeds
catch subtle thoughts, while
redskins weave their feathers into grasses
to net the sleeping-magic.

My dreams are bound in iron:
rattling the fetters that bind them
they sound their brittle tones through
the windy vaults of my unconscious.

Dreaming the old fever-dreams again:
confounding fitful fancies, foiling sleep.
I'm shaking out my chains
to make room for new dreams.