Dream work

dogs and hounds, man
fucking barking at the darkness of night
and a couple of us
with our noses stuck in the fences
we sit there gazing at the street lights
lost in the howl of moon and the sound of cricket
we hear the moan of our fellow brothers
stuck in the darkness of their own thoughts
and we wish for the moments of clarity to wash over ourselves and unto them
and our masters who wake in the morning
what is to be said of this darkness upon our brothers?
is it our duty to make everyone wake up?
or shall we then blindly love to love to love to love?
and that in itself will surpass enlightenment itself
to love like a stoic
to love like a star
and die

like a good dog.
like a good dog
like a good dog.
aye.

Good dog