The Dream Spectator

                            I stood a specter

                                     as on a prometory

                                     in a clear but darkling void

                            Witnessing, all in an instant

                                     the carnival procession

                                     of a wheel of life unrolling

                            And could not even know

                            If it were my own

                            So strange the spectacle

                                    as if a jester led

                                    a cartoon cohort