Dream Studies
These little guys are born to find this out.
Instinctively they search and snoop through mazes
And in their dreams restudy all the places
Where they’ve been. By morning they can scout
A hidden cavity as if it’s bright
With sunshine. Such the wonders of the brain.
Their search reopens long forgotten veins
of human understanding. This new insight
reminds me of that old road to the madhouse:
to whit, recounting what I should have said
repeatedly upon my bed
Insults the dignity even of a mouse.
For long ago the Lord revealed a better path
“Let not the sun go down upon your wrath.”
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