Dream a little dream.
Carry away your steam engines,
Your dream catchers,
your sweet vibrations.

Your cages are unlocked.
Time has not stopped.
Your silence is not watched.
Your memory is not fog.

Your destiny is not proved
’till you prove it to you.
Your microphone mind
will silence with time.

And you will awake from those stethoscope dreams.

The imp is dying,
inside of each damaged cell.
Synapses are rewiring
leaving you well.

Leading you back to heaven
As you exit from hell.


Jason Wright is the founder and Editor of Oddball Magazine. His column appears weekly.