If t?weren?t th?ocean, that walloping black brooding beast,
Then t?was oil spilt from ships wrecked by the havoc wrought
Within these chambers now, outside these walls as well,
From Man and his futile ways, wanting
This, taking that, sailing vessels into vast abyss.
In anxious gallop I trodden rode toward Sun,
Heavenly light, on horse, what horse? ? Surely there was
None; nonsense I speak, but this is a dream;
Who can vindicate such a calamitous thing?
Onward on foot I floated toward th?ocean ahead
With curious cause to dread, I wondered where I lay in
Such a drunken slumber as to have dreams
Such as these, such as what had occurred earlier,
And what would occur just then as I peered forward:
Deathly black eyes, with deathly wet seal skin, ragged
Clothes, I could almost feel the dirt
In them, my heart shuddered and leapt, as if to run
Full force ahead, and leave me heartless behind,
Although stay my heart did, my tears I could not hide,
Leaking like drinking faucets in playgrounds
I felt a great surge below, from his pocket a knife
Was produced and laughing he asked if I?d like to
Meet his family (bewildered of course, confused
Was I; this man serious? Soon would I die?)
Morpheus must be on my side, th?ocean left us,
As did the knife, as did the man, as did the sky;
Entered I into a grand lodge, size inhuman
Outside, but inside all was built for mice;
Sensible thought I, and so I shrank, for mice are
But men, men are but mice, toys of the gods above,
Lost in th?impossible maze of life; O! but this maze now
Which trapped me so easily, yes, dreaming
Seems to be much more endearing, especially when one
Learns one is dreaming.

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