Morpheus Smiles Picture

Amid his rabble
Morpheus cackles and
like jackals his minions move
their whim:
sends you screaming
soaking the sheets
with sweat and stink clutching
clawing your face in sheer terror
or soaring
on overflowing silver rivers
where the ethers are the tears
of God in your cupped palms
and you can ease its
sobbing needs, so you do.

Illusion? No.

Come dawn you go,
but our patron is the reason
those lands are in
any sembalance of sense-
it his will that knits those fabrics
and his hands are in every instant.

Watch him smile
it is a whole world's physics.

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