Dream Logic - Alex Baguley
This intriguing foreign tongue
I dreamt of speaking; Quick Response
and for the night it all made sense
Speaking in neat ink-black squares
See, sentences lead you to location
A language lacking complex notation!
There’s no room for ambiguity
Logic's all, none’s hidden feeling
Missing mankind’s greatest flaw -
the hand, which writes, does so in scrawl
But this here tongue just ground and ticked,
spit perfect words in perfect grids
It’s Quick to tear, but Quick to read
and once done once, to replicate
My squares exact and accent-less
I’m read precise, and they progress
I lead them like a flock of sheep
As shepherd-like human machine
I spoke for once in only truth!
It mattered not if right or good!
I dreamt of speaking Quick Response
the words I spoke not words at all,
Or black or white, just Black and White!
Three spaces up and one space right;
all friction-less! and wonderful!
only one way, and it is forward
it can’t make sense, yet only does
physical, yet faultless at once!
and when I wake it is with fright
and outside it’s a dark blue night
my head indented from the pen
I help upon my writing desk
Rows of mathematics stared
Scrawled, escaping gridded squares
I turned the page and filled one in
and tried to write a “Quick” sentence....
But when awake I muddle breaks
and scratch indents across across the page
The ink leaks out and stains the desk
And still, what's readable’s a mess
I soon can’t tell which way is forward
I try to lead but lose the flock!
My tongue’s Quick rhythm, once so fixed
is gone along with That Good dream
Outside it is a dark blue night
My yellow lamp light dimmed and died
I’ll go to sleep and try to dream
and find again my flock of sheep.