My dreams are little dreams. They do not Soar or wallow or rage. No god's fury Is invoked, no wrath compounded in Fists of rising torment. No, they're Smaller dreams, more compact-- Much easier to carry with me folded My rebellions are not large rebellions. No nations' paths are sundered by them, Screams of the women trailing into sweet Sunrise full of smoke and interlopers. No, they're little rebellions, never Lasting long, never going too far-- Much easier to conduct wherever I am, And with no burden of blood justification My life is a small life. No turgid facets, Nor vast wealth gained, or lost, overnight; No cast of thousands to gain, or lose By the wayside of lust or religion or faith But if I'll never reach the mountaintop, By God I'll never sink in the pit of Hell And my death will be a little death, Well practiced, documented sweetly No nations will weep over my passing, And God will glance up only a moment While attending to a fallen sparrow Watch me carefully; I will own your world.
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While most of these works are very well known indeed, I found Little Dreams on the web after asking Alta Vista for pages including 'mermaid' and 'logic'. Please honor her copyright.
to be self evident...
Thoughts Worth Thinking is a collection similar to my Visions section. Rich Geib goes for quantity. The quality is pretty impressive as well...