(inspired by http://poetsonline.org/generator.html)
In the dream of questioning
The waves cry,
Why?
Oh, Why?
Must I?
Crash upon the shore
Of hopes
And dreams
When they
Began in
The middle
Of nowhere?
Why did
We show up?
Did the deepest
Darkest crevasse
Have anything to
Do what happened
On the surface
Where the
Wind blows
Our mind
Where it wills?
We see the
Waves.
We feel the pounding
Of the surf
As it changes
And erodes
Or builds
The coastlines
Of continental
Dreamscapes.
TELL ME WHY!?!
Another wave
Crashes,
And another
Dreamer tells
Me of distant
Travels in
Their lands.
“It doesn't work
that way.”
The wind
Whispers…
The !@#!!!
Just as I know
I can't tell
People what
I know
Because they
Have no
Context…
Even the boldface
Truth would
Sound like
Gibberish…
How could I
Expect any different?
Cryptic Deity BS
Pisses me off
And I know
There is nothing
I can do about it
In the land
Of dreams,
For it is
Their language.
Our language…
I just lost
My translator
My babble-fish
Has gone
Walkabout.
So tell me
Dreamer,
Let me ask
You about
Your dreams…
Do you know
Why?
