Dreams! the primordial instinct in Man
that stirred a flame out of stones;
It could trap wind’s music in a flute,
blast a path through the mountains,
cull energy from the sea, discern
the burr of atoms in sphere’s lute.
Down the river’s interminable journey
dreams unmasked the Cosmos bare,
threw a cordon around elemental fury,
capsuled all in a pint-sized computer,
foresaw ominous signs by a mile.
Is there the other face to dreams?
Dynamite cradling a snarling projectile,
ferns cusping the archetypal stream?