The Sleep Of Reason Produces Monsters

The sleep of reason produces monsters.
The sleep of reason produces mirrors.
The sleep of reason cracks mirrors.
The sleep of mirrors shatters our fragment minds within
the sleep of creatured reason produces divine
monsters within the sleep
of reason, of creatured reason
producing endless monsters,
of reflection,
within corridored mazes, the sleep within,
of reason around, reflected
within the sleep of reason
producing monsters,
and mirrors and hopeless knots
for Goya, tangled hair,
clawed fingers on wet foreheads,
and screaming at the
screaming, the bodies and
victims of the war, the babies screaming,
at the war, and monsters, clawed fingers, eyes wide
hopeless knots in tangled black hair, vines, the monsters
we produce, the monsters, with our clawed fingers
and sweat, hopeless, the sleep. The sleep.
The sleep of reason dies at night.
Reason dies at night.
Reason dies at night.
Reason dies at night.
The sleep of reason.

The sleep of reason produces monsters.

The sleep of reason produces monsters.

The sleep of reason produces monsters.

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