The Song of the Cave
What is life? A frenzy. What
is life? An illusion, a shadow, a fiction. And
the greatest good is trivial; for all life is a dream and all
dreams are dreams.
Pedro Calderón de la Barca
And I am the dream-house - dark damp
deep and secret mouth,
mist-hidden hole in God's big earth where He never goes -
haven for wretched brutes and botched things.
In me some vile old she-beast and her bloody spawn dream of meat
long-lost dragon-gold dreams the sun in me.
Terror and desire dance and burn down
beneath your earth beneath your eyelids
cave of stone cave of flesh
where blind heroes come to carve a name from a dream -
these oldest stories bubbling up from my own
and only darkest sleep.