Nebuchadnezzar was King
Of Mesopotamia
His talons grew
And he dreamed dreams of fallen empires
Those days when dreams were caught
And naked bound and questioned
With hot lights in their eyes like police cells
They were not allowed escape nor
Treated as vaporous falsehoods
And empty rainless cloud
Or were dreams respected and invited in like friends
Whose hands were held to lead the caravans across deserts
And across forests the elephants.
Dreams today make madness engulf the civil world
Ignored, scoffed, derided,
emerge in delirious forms
With gnarled hands and feet
Nocturnal beasts
With hairy arms
Creeping along the highways
Searching prey
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