Reverse Dreaming Poem by Craig Kerm

The illusion of fulfillment,
a cataclysm of movement.
I am King of the inevitable,
clutching at the controls
to steer the falling stars.
I have dreamed a dream,
a taste of divinity,
while lost in humanity
or mere subjectivity
and the infectious anarchy
of automatic machinery
and global circumseismic activity.
Its a dream
to live again on a sheet of paper,
on a giants back,
or in a globe full of pinholes
at the center of the great bright black.
A true dream
to hop a return plane
to the primitive perspective
of a simpler brain.