Sonnet #230

Everything we see and everything we touch

Began as a dream in somebody’s head

All tools are imagined, all laws come from beds

where dreamers rise to wake their world as such

All the dreamers I know live out on the edge

They tread water in dreams, burn all their wax

They work twice as long, pay twice the tax

Every time the bills come due, all bets must have hedge

The state of the union where dreamers are poor

The state of the union where dreamers work late

The state of the union where delusions of grandeur

Are met with terror and mockery, hate

The state of the union where making art and poetry

Means fool’s uselessness, merit so hungry

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