Above and Not
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Above the depths of mind a bridge floats, dreams.
Though insubstantial dreams float brighter than
The Milky Way, more stretched out than dark streams
Of blinded stars, black holes the shape of man
As Satan sees him. Dreams inside your skull
Are yours and yours alone. If fetched out, set
Down, noted by a Freud or Jung, they pull
Your secret parts asunder with a threat.
Transparent in its wings an insect flies
To die in flame, a silent flapping, then
A silent hiss. The flaring moth wing dies
As soundless as the hopes of sunset men.
A Golden Gate cannot transport a dream
Across the rip tides of a suffocated scream.
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