Presence

Take the time to fall asleep Pause… and look in your own keep There is nothing in your dreams Always empty as it seems You may dream too much awake Not too good for your own sake Dreams are meant for something else Never ending in one phase So you …

The Worm

Oh worm, aren’t you sick? You live in a grave and all that you eat Is rotten meat… Of the corpse of my sweet It’s been a few weeks now And I can’t help but wonder If you even pause to sleep Or if her meat has become sour Have …