Soft dogs with hard bones

gnaw and gnaw and dream ancient

dreams of the wild world 

Ripped from the womb of

sleep we wrestle with angels

for a day's blessing

The hanged man sees the

world upside down, glimpsing things

missed by all the rest 

At journey's end we 

return to the peaceable 

kingdom of our home  

There is nothing left 

but entertainment to daze 

and drain us all dry 

Pick your own poison 

whether pens or apples to 

spite with or spit out  

Time so taunting that

crawls at dawn but is breakneck 

by the evening's end