The Department of Subconscious
Affairs has subpoenaed several
of my dreams. It intends
to bring my despair before
a Petite Jury. The DSA has asked
a judge to warrant search
and seizure of inadequacies that are
known to be in my possession. All
indications point to an indictment
of my will. Soon I am to enter
a discovery-phase, when that
which is alleged shall be invented.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem