The August Engine

Was it a dream? Was it in Hell? What is the difference? I scarcely can tell Is it just I Or the world That's gone mad? This Vision insane, I'll explain, that I had... Mourning for something Something I've never known I Search for a headstone A Plot w

So: the candle has passed through a portal Stayed by a sentry as I try to follow Changing my cloak to a gown to gain entry There in the center its bearer awaits In a circular chamber of doors Guarded by shadowy forms There in the middle; a room and a

Rain, rain , rain A thousand tiny drops upon the pane Marching in their millions toward the drain And whose to say those drops are all the same? Against the shutters, splash and down they go Into the Gutters, or to rivers flow Rain, rainy day On roof