some Salton sea that was dreamed
In the autumn that everything burned.
Coral Castles to be my tomb
or hold me fast believe in their womb.
where I scheme a kingdom and a queen
but in fact no ones been.
Here is the hollow land
of men gathered together like sticks.
Perhaps strong in many,broken with bricks.
I only just watch and wait.
Longing and burdened with hate.
Yours is dream you made real
Gossamer and delicate concrete steel
Actual fashioned hard work and wish
How does a dreamer ever compete?