Very fine indeed--dream as metaphorical editorial on both the mindless and mindful malice operating at will in the modern global village. Seems to this reader like a poem that steps beyond surrealism becasue so much of its substance can serve as descriptive of many people's conscious attitudes and much of the --my apologies here-- bureaucratic bullshit that doses out chaos on a regular basis.

Aberjhani

i feel like another one below, but i'll say i'm practically speechless. i love the ending.

... Sounds like cabin fever to me. Winter is taking its toll and there is the sense of being oppressed by the interference of others crossing your path and meddling in your thought processes when you are busy trying to unravel something important yourself. Love the Cyclops (single-minded)rummaging through burning bushes (trying to hear the voice of God, seek meaning) which gives the idea of intense concentration. And the hot-house fevered incubation of monochrome, colourless petals. There seems to be the dissatisfaction of both a lack of coming together of things in the own Voice's mind, coupled with the frustration of being leeched by suckers from preying minds on the other. There is much pace to this, giving a sense of being sweated. Quite a change from your normal laid-back tone. But the flow is as unforced as ever. Bit of an Alice write, with the key to the door to the garden seemingly out of reach... A bad-hair day with too many people in it! :))

First of all...dang, I couldn't resist diving into this title! Oh my, I feel like I've been on an up close and personal midnight oil tour of Notre Dame with every feindish deity grabbing at me and shouting...spinning , fever pitched in a dream I struggle to wake myself from. ...and when I am awake, I cannot whake the dream...exhausted and needing sleep they robbed from me, I am afraid to fall asleep again and succomb to the depths of winter. This is just incredible and I am blown away by the visuals. Powerful and brilliant, Jude...I'm sleeples as it is and now I'm in big vapid trouble!
Love,
Taylor

Chilling winter dream of a poem! Somehow I just pictured you looking back to see who was following you and saw those obsessive eyes...Look! there they go again!->->->->->->->->
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Love and Peace~
Kimmy~

Interesting how fever-driven dreams mold perception, Jude... Sounds like a wild ride herein. "Obsessive eyes thirsting to drink me,"-- Yikes! ;-}
An engaging, stimulating write, Poet. Now get well soon; winter will pass & those bats will take cover.
Peace and Blessings,
Carolyn

Great imagery throughout. You held my attention from beginning to end.

George

What a bloody liquid libation. Fever'll do that to ya. Don't bat yer brains out.

Good stuff. Brain working overtime.

Ron

Wow! What powerful imagery in this write...I had many emotions and thoughts throughout while reading this creative and inspired write...a bit gothic and midevil. The cyclops reminded me of Greek mythology...outstanding write, thought provoking! Enjoyed!
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling

Jung would read much into the symbology displayed within this dream

Hope you get over the fever soon..

Stunning visuals that bring the reader into your world both the conscious and semi conscious states of your mind set thinking.

Fee

Excellent eye opener, written in your own unique powerhouse style...

Wow! I'm speechless...

First cup of coffee and this write,I'm awake..Fever...
Nice job,

Michael

Holy Magnolias this is well written!!

Now I am wide awake after reading this one!!

Good morning Jude!!

Love Tinka "_"

You can't help but love whar Sage said;-) All I know is that no one could write this poem except you It is a one of a kind Jude poem that kicks the emotions into high gear!...(yes the fever swells;-)

Your break-out occult poem! Branching off from mainstream to Medieval Cabbalism...turnips stained black and pseudo-wafers! Written from the glyph, The Tree of Life. Meditation and vestiges of magical power from the shaman's ejaculatory quill...Growing Fever Magnolias in Peripheral Longings of Unkempt Dreams is the poetic amulet Forese wears around his neck in communion with higher Truth...

Sage