Steve walked into
a Tibetan headshop
and he ate
an apple that
mangled his chi
His Dantian was
frought with worry
till Erin came
galloping in, shouting
secrets once forbiden
to all those
hidden in the
cave, surrounded by
three observant souls
who mentioned that
they were dreaming.
Not so! Said
the alien to
Steve. We are
more real than
real and less
imagined than destiny.
From the hedge
preachy perched birds |