I wrote a poem
that I didnt understand,
the same way that I
orchestrate dreams
that leave me baffled,
knowing that there is meaning
in there somewhere
but hidden beneath the layers
of my sub-conscious mind.

Somnolence leads to flights-of-fancy
and sometimes disturbing
stairways to places I've never
seen, nor heard of.

I write about it the next day
but the pen takes me away
to even more strange and sinister
pathways and labrynths

all of which I'm sure mean something.

08/22/2008

Posted on 08/22/2008
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