When the dream mob comes
To glare through the keyhole
And wave their fists
At your crumpled sheets
When the dream mob comes
And your dream self
Crosses her legs
Draws up her fig leaf
Get lucid. Push your wings out
Climb beneath the door
Stop their mouths
Buzz and swarm
Swish your tail.
Bowl them down.
Bite, lunge, slash
Roar them waking
When the dream mob comes
Prime your neuron cannons
And meet them at the door.
You can be a nightmare too.
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