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Notes of a MadmanThe madman woke,his dream complete, to find the forgotten at his feet. He watched the doorway as he got up, but there was nothing to be seen. He walked across the floor and opened up the drawer and found a notebook in which he began to write. "I saw the sky this morning inside a hollow tree. I tried to show the others, but it was a sight reserved for me. "I watched a small dragon as he flew around my cabin. I smelled his breath like burning tar, and then I laughed and with one swift leap I captured him and put him in a jar. "I threw the jar into the sea so that it would drift upon a distant beach, so some lucky boy could see the dragon I have seen and reach the beauty I have reached. "There was a beggar in my dream. He asked me for the time. ‘Time to wake,’ I replied. ‘Don’t leave yet,’ he cried, ‘for we’ve barely met.’ But it was too late." The madman put the notebook back in its place, for he had heard a knocking at the door. He went to the door and opened it up, but no one was there. There was only a rainbow and a large blue tree. (C) '87-88 Tom Brinck ACCESSIBILITY FEATURES / SITEMAP / CONTACT |
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