I am sitting here collecting dust
My brow is raised
And I have one eye open

While the other rests
I like to sit here and collect
The dust

Added to my collection
Piling into a mountainous pile
So huge I can lay upon it

And sound asleep
So sound asleep
I can dream about flying

I fly toward the sky
Towards the horizon
And through the horizon

To the stars
Too close to a star
Yet I can’t stop

And my momentum
And the irresistible force
Of the Sun

Its gravity
Transforming my atoms
Into oblivion

And then I am nothing
No more me
I’ve flown into the sun and

Become the best well done
Piece of something
Other than burnt toast

So I am nothing but burnt toast
Floating in between to waves
Of radiating heat elements

Gettin’ me all warm
And tingly inside
And on the outside crisp

Like something deep fried
And poof I have sizzled away
Down yonder

Into that imaginary
In-between space
We know of as reality

Or “existence” as you will
And become a part of
Non-existent atomic particles

And so it begins
My descent into awake-ness
Slowly feeling my consciousness

Becoming aroused
As a sun rises
And I feel

Rays of light
And know
That it is day.

12/02/2003

Posted on 01/11/2010
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