The Left Column
 What Dreams May Come
  That heart made light perchance to dream
      to sleep and act the fool in peace serene.
  Let no misspoken thought of ruinous libel
    tackle those imaginings that ruminated at the thresholds
          of those revines that we dig
           in the earth to fall into, 
         for ourselves.

  In them we do stumble, fallen down,
       burning man
   tumbles into the despair of the imagined evils
     and thus do those imaginings have life.

   This darkness that weaves around the deluded looker for the sin and evil
     does basket us into our gloomdays, despairs
    pregnant with their hope for redemption
    but without any sense of moral understanding
   as to how to stop being an ass to everyone else
     and really start understanding
         understanding and holding onto,
    a ship in the surging sea
    follows the well marked channels
       of prayer,
    no one has any other hope
        but that grace given from on-high,
 the things that go unsaid within the dream-play,
    that dream within a dream within a play that is a dream, just 
      to sleep, to dream, to start awake and
        face the fear of the heartbreak
     that you've been carrying around.