A Little Night Music
(after the painting by
Dorothea Tanning)
As if in an old hotel with peeling walls
and doors like minds unhinged
we wander through its corridors
on groaning, creaking boards
somnambulists in search of songs
to wake us from our haunted dreams
we hear instead the music of the night
the clicks and chirps of bats on wing
the hiss and rattle of snakes
striking at our eyes
the buzz of fading incandescent bulbs
with the ceaseless drone
of invisible machines echoing in our ears—
and then the darkness speaking
secret words that only we can hear.
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