i had three dreams last night and one was a vision the other two died in a nocturnal collision one was a lost child and the other a lost friend and i ve got too much education to put off analyzing them so pull up the blinds but please bleed the shutters cut the telephone lines and send a letter to those lovers i emerged from my sleep and i counted my sorrows you were one two and three you were three well aimed arrows the photographic image is so perfect it s cold i burn ugly ansel adams in the winter to light my stove while the image in the brain is either a missile or a carriage one small impulse can raise a baby or sink the village there s something under the surface that needs a light shone in its eyes if you re securing a secret than you re preparing a lonesome surprise i emerged from my sleep and i counted my sorrows you were one two and three you were three well aimed arrows three well aimed arrows i had three dreams last night and one was a vision one carried a lantern and the other was dragging a curtain