If we slept with the snakes in the temple of Asclepius <br />Were we sick or waiting for a dream to set us free, <br />Paying the medicine man his psychological fees <br />In the morning in some cavern where none could ask, none refuse <br />'cos the bearing of imagined evil was so great, so downheartedly immense, <br />And rather than embolden worlds with the gift of the gods <br />We sought refuge in the Circean realms of the would be, the rods <br />Of medicine and delusion that was mentally empowered <br />And drew the sleeping things to whisper in your ear; <br />The life and times, of you as a failure, a crustacean, a sod.<br /><br />David Levitas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-kiss-in-the-ear/
