A Dream - 23/7/2013
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The rock of the world
Is founded on a butterfly's wing
Dreams glare at each other
In vast mindscapes.
The tigers of Babylon
Eat the pure flesh of Zion.
A profusion of champagne
Flows In the house of decay.
The radio is buzzing
With the sound of ancient Sirens.
A modern Orpheus
Descends into the unconscious.
He brings back pearls
For sacrilegious psychologists.
Beauty is reborn
In a golden age of science.
Fresh, green beasts are stirring
In the metal forest.
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