IRON I

IRON I

Something about a dream
A memory that haunts me
As if I were in a trance
Hemmed in by boundless space
And infinite darkness
Where the life and light granted therein
Were given only to be snatched away
A joke
Perpetually being laughed at
By some sort of rationale
Which tricks me with thoughts of
God and self
Then it projects ideas of love and beauty
Into my brain
Yet it comes from within me
Not even real, as I am not real
And this last it lets me know
And laughs