Falling from the tangled ceiling, <br />Towards the glittered path, <br />Away from dreaming. <br />I hit the deck but still I’m screaming, <br />Laying upon my shattered earth. <br />Hinting towards the sacrificial calf. <br />Yet I’m still looking towards the ceiling, <br />and I’m still dreaming.<br /><br />David Harrison<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/this-poem-makes-no-sense/
