To mix poisons. To trade apples for
No. Pour water. Wrap the baby in
The blurred remember. Forgery hoping
Ink red dawns. A tower leapt from.
The fall without wings. The siege of
Patrons of destiny, in this dream
only a traitor can save the kingdom.
Joseph taught us dreaming is not enough.
One must speak the dream, and damn, that shit's tough.
One must consult the King and not get killed,
One must love the Queen, and it must not seem willed.
And one's brothers, yes, them, you must forgive.
Though they wish you dead, you must wish them live.
And your sorrow must overflow the well
And water the wheat in the fields of Hell.
For Joseph showed dreams alone will not do
What a dream in the world can wake through you.
He overturned tables
For no apparent reason.
Why do you do that? they'd ask.
You don't want to know, he'd say.
He rolled the Sphinx on its head
Which made the Egyptians very angry.
He tipped idols onto sheet paper
To breed with mongrels
Which made people throw things.
Then he flipped over a large stone
Hurled it through a cloud
And made himself some tea.
Nathan Woods, editor/overlord