Cave of Dreams (early 1990's)

A mare, trapped in this cave of night,
I know this horse, this horses socket
filled with thousands eye, and I, I, I

am snared by sticky white, a web
from sky, crusty splat, stringy slop that
crawls on dozen's rib, and echo echo echo

echoes hooves on cavern walls, I
have met this man before, this man
who stares my forehead to a point,
to a point,
to a point,

time elapses through a teacup, seems
that horse is someone else, a new,
a man with chasms in his cape, he he he

opens it, his eyes peek from behind
the dripping magnafine glass sun,
fitful stares, morning glare, rabbit stabbed
cave. cave. cave.