There are dreams below me
Great nightmares above
I am tethered to both
A kind of stasis in between
If I’m killed I go to the dream
If I die I go to the nightmare
I fear to fall twice
In either direction
For I know not what layer
Might lie beyond
What I have thus far discovered
I know not which is better
The limbo in which I reside
Or the dreams and nightmares
To which my mind travels
Perhaps in endless time
I will tire of this stasis
And die twice that I may explore
The vast unknown frontiers
To free myself
From this primordial curse

The moon imbues it
With sterile gravity
A hefty weight
That has grown with the ages
Drink from the cup
That the moon doth fill
Drink from it swiftly
That your blood may boil
Intoxicated and muted
Glimpse ever so briefly
What lies beyond the thin veil
Then parish
For fear that what you saw
Might turn and see you

I’ve crossed the sea on a wooden boat
sleepless and wake-less I've traveled
The waves do not carry me fast enough
The wind is absent from my sail
I must escape, but the shore beckons me
Pulls me back ever so slowly
I have tried many and myriad times
But I have yet to escape its grasp
If only I could sail beyond the horizon
I would be safe from the maw of this curse
The dream goes on endlessly
Yet I am still too sane to accept it
How long though I can remain like this
I will not dare to say
For I have seen many like me
Fall to the guile of the curse
To the sweet sounds and speechless words
Of a sentient oblivion
In time I will fall to it as well
That is why I must cross the sea
Inky black and sterile
And sail beyond the horizon
That I might escape this dreadful curse

an inquisitive bird did narrate
his tale of a tryst
regarding Mrs Jean Jameson
and Mr Laurie List

in the forest some four miles
out of Thomas Town
they'd covertly meet on Tuesday
to play hands down

the bird always had his
eye trained on suspect activity
that was happening in
his immediate proximity