Monday 18 June 2007

Surreal

A leather dog
A clock of steel
It’s face turns round
Its hands can feel
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A
Silver Knight
Without his legs
Driven about
By
Mechanical pegs
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Stairs that turn
To take you
On
To the level where
You started from
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Animals
That have strange heads
Flying tigers
Over the beds
Light
With no shadow
With no shade
Horizons
Here do not invade
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People
Who can change their form
This place where there exists no norm
Places
Where the spoken word
Has meaning
Before it is heard
-
Where images
Communicate
And hold a message
We translate
-
If we will take the time
I think
-
It is surreal
Don’t scream
For though I feel
It is a dream
It is more real
I feel than real
-
This
Supraconscious
Catherine wheel
-
This dream
Surreal

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Egal Bohen

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