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Monday, August 11, 2008 I fear that I shall face myself
But recollection’s weak
There were those nights so long ago
When I awoke from sleep
I was walked or I was walking
Who knows for how long
A hidden cranny of the house
My dark and odd thoughts strong
How easy it would be to take
A body’s DNA
In tissue or in liquid form
To ready for the day
That they would let you meet yourself
So they can drive you mad
Would that not be the strangest dream
That you have ever had?
Except it’s not a dream
It’s just over the horizon
We know how we can save ourselves …
If we know where to run
We’ll simply have to hope
Our other self’s not fast
What a maddening way to go
Killed by yourself at last
They love this stuff, genetics
Maybe the Snake gave Eve
To mate with Adam … and here we’re cursed!
Which dream do I believe?
— rcg


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