Dream Machines

Sleeping pillows
They just stepped in
To my dream machine
I could never ignore them
Not that I am magnanimous
But they were adamant
And complaining

Dreams, their leftovers
A winter palace out of them
But full of shrill
I decided to step out
But where?
Dreams inside
Dreamers outside
A machine in the making

Stubborn nerves
Their senseless ends
And meaningless currents
Its all there
Now I know that dreams
They are not charity
For anyone, of anything