I have told the artists in my classes My self is not a mountain peak; It is a floating island. When I fall asleep, it sinks beneath The surface of the infinitely Compassionate water. Mermaids in their denim overalls Swim through the passageways, Adjusting dials and gauges, Filling tanks, and singing, each to each, In a language I cannot understand. If I were not to dream at all (The brainwashing experts say It takes only seventy-two hours), My self... Read more