Kubla Khan Revisited

“It was a miracle of rare device

A sunny pleasure dome with caves of ice!”

-- S.T. Coleridge, “Kubla Khan”

And the song without a melody

Falls away in the distance

Sing, O Muse, of the anger of Achilles

Icarus is falling on his face

Embarrassed

While Hamlet contemplates his madness

What is this life?

I need "a stately pleasure dome decree"

A contract that says my palace will be made

As soon as possible

But I just nod off and fall

Deep into a dream

Where my memory fails to recall

All of the things I need when I’m awake

In the fake world where I’m not

A knock at the door wakes me

And takes me out of myself and my rhyme

And asks me if would I mind

Giving up on my dream for a while