Falling from the tangled ceiling,
Towards the glittered path,
Away from dreaming.
I hit the deck but still I’m screaming,
Laying upon my shattered earth.
Hinting towards the sacrificial calf.
Yet I’m still looking towards the ceiling,
and I’m still dreaming.
David Harrison
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/this-poem-makes-no-sense/
