For Plato the world of forms
Was the dream within the dream.
For Aristotle a tree is a tree, existence exists,
Avarice is the vampire of the middle road.
A life of dark dreaming wedded to
An unslakeable thirst for temporal blood.
Desiring every robe to hide nakedness-
Every meal to fill emptiness.
The sharp glitter of Xanadu to
Heal the toad of a leaden heart.
The room behind the eyelids filling-
All space, all breath extinguished-
Yet the un-dead can only desire-more...
