Dream-states are often associated with visionaries and poets:

Those of us who are often unbearable to the rest of the crowd.

One morning, while walking along the shore of the ocean, I devoured a whole

planet like a man eating a mango. Then I spit out its bloody rind.

My wife, my friends, my neighbors, my associates,

all think my claims are untenable...

But I ask you! what is a dreamer to do

when brute reality forces one to pay the bill?

It's easy you say, to walk on solid ground.

I have not found it to be so!

The stars are so bright and so far away

and there are so many planets

to be devoured by ravenous dreamers!

It has always been this way. It will always be so.

The fevers and the fathoms!

I must make my way uneasily beyond the rubble I leave behind.

But then there have been those days when the sun shone brightly

from my chest. It was like a beacon!

And then there were those days when the great undertow of my life

pulled me under without mercy or abatement!

It has always been this way, It will always be so.

The fevers and the fathoms.

Full fathom five, poor Robin lies, of coral made are his bones,

those are pearls that were his eyes. Nothing of him doth fade but doth

suffer a sea-change into something rich and strange. Hourly sea-nymphs

ring his knell, ding dong, ding dong. Bell!

But I'm not so different!

I eat three squares a day... The gap between us is small.

One evening, while walking along the shore of the ocean,

I plucked a star from out of the sky. I held it in my hand

for a while, Then I put it back, where it belonged.