Always Dreaming won the Kentucky Derby.

Some nights before, I had a dream. The dream was the first line of the following poem. Each successive line came through an imaginal state I enter into for writing dream poems, that is, poems based on dreams. This dream is dark, darker beyond any conscious intention and fully belongs to the Ragnarökean images of recent dreams and experiences.

The Night Mare

The night mare will never reach the finish line

It is not a race you know

There is nothing to win

Only the soul of everything vital

Trampled asunder

All the pieces scattered

This is the end of the line

We are finished