Dream Museum Canto I

Squalid air of the Dream Museum-

Give us Time;

Time Circles, soon-

(sshhh...)

Lift us - our heavy limbs flailing,

reach toward sweet Rhythm

bright flowers float past us

as we reach for a clearing view

Aromas sweet sleep in the Dream Museum

(Yet give us Time; Time Circles, soon)

(hush...)

Spin us in turgid, wasteland dance

pinned by the demon

"Look! The Mirror!"

we desperately scream for a clearer view

aBoard ancient trains

crawling perilous Mountain tracks;

for   

Souls move as newborn fluid fire

while inside this Desert;

the demon sleeps snoring,

a soft cradled infant

awaiting new Morning

You thought he was Victor,

asleep at the station

While all this time he was really -

Aromas sweet sleep in the Dream Museum

(Yet give us Time; Time Circles, soon)

(hush...)