someone somewhere
knows something,
so why am i not told?
am i the only one on this
lusciously revolving planet?

ancient wizard musings
with goatee and all,
giving me something to ponder
while riding sumotsunami waves.

early morning dance intereptations -
ink on my knees and sinking into my thighs
for drowning my kneeling prayers
in poetic oceans...

headache rattlesnakes
ruin the most anticipated roadtrips...
this world outside of my world
is a refreshing dreamstate,

but i must wake

at a fractured pinpoint.
but will one see clouds
once eyes are opened?
or stars on bedroom ceilings?

after morphing into Alice,
on tiptoes i walk the shoreline,
for the ocean intensifies my fear,
but is this not all part
of my singular creation?

or is coinhabitalization
a greater expanse than realized?
and when the illusion of separation
juts its finger in my face,
i'll mold it with steadier fingers
as a cup of coloured pottery
and after the kiln is eaten by heat
and winter no longer touches me,
i'll drink smooth vanilla coffee
in my newly formed coffeecup...

10/20/2002

Posted on 10/20/2002
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