A leather dog
A clock of steel
It’s face turns round
Its hands can feel
A silver knight without his legs
Driven about by mechanical pegs
Stairs that turn
To take you on
To the level where you started from
Animals that have strange heads
Flying tigers over the beds
Light with no shadow
With no shade
Horizons here do not invade
People who can change their form
This place where there exists no norm
Places where the spoken word
Has meaning before ever heard
Where images communicate
And hold a message
We translate
If we will take the time
I think
It is surreal
So do not scream
For though I feel
It is a dream..........
It is more real
I feel than real
This supraconscious
Catherine wheel
This dream
Surreal

Egal Bohen

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