Tuesday, April 17, 2012

Naked Girls and The Golden Wasp

And in my dreams it seems I seek answers
to questions I don't dare to ask
about the past and present
of the untaught lessons
my mind hungers to know

While I sleep I creep
into unknown worlds
It's lawless and violent
like it should be
and when I know it's a dream
I am God of everything
except the details
of which I lack attention 

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