The Sleeping God... The sleeping god does shake his head to pull it free from cosmic bed of dreams he fashioned there inate... yet unaware he could create a better scene to grace his dream, like butterflies or things serene.
The dream has offered some surprises, groggy yet, he realizes...
"What manner of a fool am I to lie prostrate, when I can fly!
This prisoner who had the means all along, to change the scenes!
To think that I would beg for bread from servants, hallowed, ...in my head!" © 1980... ~eerie | | | | |