So Jung and So Sang Freud

Quietly sighs the dawn
long and languid through the hours
All to come about lies in wait
Per chance, to say
Something sagacious,
Something great.
Dreamers wide awake;
So erudite and perspicuous.
As if their dreaming
were to dream
Away the smothering Incubus
That sponges up the will to act
by a forlorn soul expecting
that fortune’s grin will have it’s heart
as effortlessly as it’s wanting.
Stock-still and stunned of mobility
Tipped teaspoons heaped with emptiness
Into steaming cups of void
Sipped by thirsty lips of young
on blarney stone, a kiss and tongue,
to speak their yearning with sang-froid.

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