All The Dreams

All the dreams
Have been washed down
By prickly feelings
Talks on the phone
And the worlds at your doorstep
That you fail to keep
There is more to eyes than vision
And all the colours are wrong
Because we see them
I had once a human being inside of me
But now there are several
Or perhaps no one
It doesn’t suit me fine
But that’s the way the clock chimes
Twice
Or in silence
I’ll put you to bed
Cold creatures and linen
In the steam of reason we will ascend
With no other way to come back
But to condense
And precipitate into being
When Heaven is a foe
Or a much desired friend
Loss can stand in your way
Words condense only in your mind
Everywhere else they are free
Free from form
From free form
Deform the free
‘Cause somebody’s dream
Is to end everybody else’s
So beware of conflicting thoughts