ACCOUNT OF MY DAYS
Sequence: 4
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