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surrealist visions


just before I fell asleep

I watched the fly buzz about


then I dreamt about a planet

ruled by giant caterpillars,


which may have been

the drink and drugs


but it may also have been

a form of hyperreality


I saw galaxies above my bed

and a red on a layer of pink

but I don’t know what that means


when I woke I opened my eyes

to see the fly was still there but

this time resting on the bedpost


it asked my advice on death

but I thought that insects

(even those with functional wings)

aren’t supposed to understand

the concept of mortality


before I could reply

he said I knew nothing of the world

and flew away


so much for human primacy.