Max Ernst's Dream

Hands on the surface

That is (real ok?)

Sun locating black, silver, and grey

Bringing those things to light

Streetlamps to light



This collapse, this expansion

Falling, vertigo

Off the brink, things can thing can

Now they spin alive

Touching becomes a new seeing



(?) so sweet

Calls to me

And I obey

When (?)



Eyes undisguised

The tactile stimulae

Sun over the black waterfall

Silvery and salty

And battered rock



This collapse, this expansion

Falling, vertigo

Off the brink, things can thing can

Now they spin alive

Touching becomes a new seeing