PRIBOR 1856
Dreams were born here
When he recognized
we were throwing away
The core of knowledge
Seduced as we were by
Surface glitter, manifest
Displays of light, the deeper
Dark ignored as if night’s
Waiting rooms
Were empty and all its ghosts
Not worth our interest,
As if limbs of desire didn’t
Flash and fling mystery about,
In tumult and scream,
As if stars couldn’t see
In the dark, as if folly
Had lost its hiding places
In the hard heart of children
And self deception wasn’t
Here to stay.
Yes dreams were born here
My friend,
When Freud awoke
Beside the horror in his bed
And called the monster
by its name
As if it was a frightened child
And he its beaming mother.
Eugene Mahon April 20, 2016