A Foundling Naked and Weak / POEM

I dreamt a derelict house, no fences
no razor wires around it, shrouded by mist.
First and foremost, so easily abandoned
like a foundling, naked and weak
     scragged
          by the scary shade of the grey crags
I dreamt.

I dreamt a derelict house, satisfying as
 in Poe's tales of the grotesque
 and arabesque,
invaded by frogs from the pond rim.
Then I walked into the house, timidly,
   realized that it was a chapel
 of the St. Paul the Hermit
And I saw someone naked on the throne
thought it was him
   must have lived alone
in this derelict house
from the age of sixteen
  to one hundred thirteen
I was scared a bit.
Then I made an attempt to escape
 towards the air
 crying in despair
  I flew up to the sky where Helios appears
 as the sun bursts
through clouds
 over the house
  I dreamt.