Night Reason’s Tide (just a dream?)

What terrible and anxious fun

Staring down the thought loaded mind’s gun

Trying to shoot the psycho ship that brings

on turbulent streams such bad belongings

even as dance-exertion exhaustion kicks in

insomnia results attempting

to force intoxicant encumbered dreams

to follow daylight reasoning

levitating in a confusion of goals

upset innards blow bubbles in insight’s sea

depressive waves crash on solitary shores

before an inspirational tide at last comes in

from a dark horizon, waters start to merge

a galley of unseaworthy boats traverse

moonbeams chasing them to awareness’ harbor

I taste the omniscient ocean’s breath

ill-equipped for the  benevolent cargo

my mental merchants decide to capsize

but from the flotsam, a vision builds a house

to play host to the birth of a mystical child

The fruits of this labour appear as a sign

Giving directions to the magician’s mind

He pulls out a top-hatted bunny on time

To cite a solution for curing pollution

crying for the death of  self

and able to inhale all anguish

“simplicity”, it says, “from all sides

connects everyone of me”  

from a forest of thick petal brain daisies,

emerges the spinal snake, free crawling

in the oh so believable night reason

set free from if…then.. schemes of deception

Lucidity unplugs hedonism’s projector

we dissolve  now useless limbs and swim

Wallowing in warm Technicolor water

In the blameless responsibility of pure being

This done and after far too much symbolism

I settle down in the velvet confines of the hat

And spew forth a pungent bouquet that

reveals the unspoken poem of happy illusion