Winds of influence, thin as iron
Subservient to the metallic pallet.
The sandman, he comes
In nightshade, he clumps
All thinkers in the corner of a room.
“Dream,” he went on
*****, quite fertile
The Delaware cross-gleam in brow.
“Now is the present,” they agreed in the moment
That the present surely was now.
“I know that you wonder, and I wonder too,
naturally it’s something we do.
Awake with the knowledge that everything’s something
And something is nothing new.”