Monday, April 23, 2007

Things To Do When We Sleep

Ten thousand
words fell to
earth,
blazing like
sun's.

Each carried
a prophetic
vision,
that scorched
my conscious,
and remained
late into the day.

Then I became
the little Buddha,
sitting without
distraction,
my perversions
unbridled,
my demands
exacting,
my thoughts...

Controlled?