Silence in Nested Dreams
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He suddenly and stupidly, an ox
That suffers hammer blow to brain, saw he
Had never heard a noise in dreams, a box
So insulated that they all were free
Of any sound, a Helen Keller set,
Concentric eggs, or dolls, or orbs inside
Each other. This epiphany was threat.
If others dreamed in black and white, or wide
Screens filled with Technicolor, he now knew
Alone he heard silence in his nightmares.
The childhood scenes that other dreamers drew
In deepest parts of brains for them were stairs
To understanding, but his soundless dreams
Became for him like silent movie screams.