“There [sic] was a man.

And then there wasn’t.”

Yes

He is not dreaming his dreams anymore…

He is dreaming someone elses’

The whole flavour has changed the smell of it

The dream

The space itself had changed

He left the desert and came to new place

A bigger place

bigger space

small house

And he thought

and there it was…instant and impressive

And the whole changed

Smells from a child’s past, from a child’d past keep coming forward in an old way

To a new one

A remnant

something of importance

and the stranger takes over and he (the man) is not himself

The complaint is that life must be lived

that strength lies in gnowing and the genius of creation

Imagination overdrive

There was a starving Buddha once

And his famine was not from lack of food

And a Buddha that still doesnt care

carries on inside the prison of one

The oh so bright and shiny machine

Well…

The machine broke once and a kindly passer-by fixed it…

but didn’t know it any more than

it being a toy

And so he fixed  the gizmo

And now that bright shiny thing tell nothing but lies

But the lies are told in such a way as to make those who listen

believe it as a god

Sometimes the man will stretch out flat as he can and watch the self-described importance of it all

go about its business

The business of telling its lies to itself

The business of telling the world it’s lies

This is it