MAN OF DREAMS dusk then the hours move on darker night broadens like a river near the sea deepens too beams of starlight sweep alert over the earth's surface my dreams move through me like moles in their tunnels I am a man of dreams deceived and deceiver I come to them as to my goshen there I get my rewards and oppression I'm not sure who besides me is writing this down but I know he too came here on his back not his feet he too feels that searching vacuum draw the ink through the paper