de Selby is Sleeping

I

Wonder through my Brain;
Time in Dreams
Never the same.


II

,riverrun past Mountains
of quixotic flann
sound and the fury
wondering
mazes of tilia and
orange blossoms
and


III

Moin! Awoke for a bliss, and
Made a cuss, because
Of the fuss.
This is nothing, but
A Dream within
A Dream:
Sleeping I
Wake up.