Max Ernst'S Dream

Hands on the surface
That is real okay
Sun locating black
Silver and gray
Bring those things to light
Streetlamps to light

This collapse, this expansion
Falling, vertigo
Off the brink, things can think and
Now they spin alive
Touching becomes a new seeing

Max Ernest's dream
Calls to me
And I obey
When he gaze at me

Eyes undisguised
The tactile stimuli
Sun over the black waterfall
Silvery and salty
And battered rock

This collapse, this expansion
Falling, vertigo
Off the brink, things can think and
Now they spin alive
Touching becomes a new seeing