The Dead Man's Dream

Once I had a name, forgotten now

I breathe the air in a century of wonder

I can hear it now, in darkness, ivory birds

Gorgeous machines, the sound they made like thunder

The gardens drink, honey jewels and rapids

The pageants passed down avenues of splendor

On long afternoons, by enchanted ways

'pon elephants, so well I do remember

Lords and priests and talking beasts

Golden carts and tele-paths

Crystal skulls and screaming gulls

Women glow tattooed with woe

Colored mists of amethyst

Memories strong and days were long

Dragons glide on mountainside

Mandrake root, angel fruit

Sighing winds on silver skins

Asian transubstantiation

Unicorns, electric storms

Junes and moons and afternoons

Dream police determine the peace