I fell in
the sleep of reason
in the very
dryest season
I fell in
the sleep of reason
never knowing
that it was treason
to the country
of the sane
on the left side
of my brain
thought I was strong
thought I could conquer
thought I'd survive
the dreams unconjured
I fell in
the sleep of reason
but the sleep of reason
produces
monsters
if you travel
cold and hungry
to the un-
discovered country
where the blind
lead the blind
on the right side
of the mind
just remember
that you are lost
in the tempest
where you are tossed
where the Devil
is the boss
and as you wander
as you ponder
as the road grows ever longer
that the sleep of reason
produces
monsters
(Self-published. Please contact author directly to order.)
Enter the pages of diaspora in quiet introspection. Bathe your thoughts with subtle humor; synchronize your spirit-sense with history-in-heat; fall headlong with eyes wide open into
(Self-published. Please contact author directly to order.)
Enter the pages of diaspora in quiet introspection. Bathe your thoughts with subtle humor; synchronize your spirit-sense with history-in-heat; fall headlong with eyes wide open into