I know I know and I know that you know that I know and you know that I know what I know that you know.

Knowing isn't everything.

Blessings in disguise
begin with the firelight
flaming in your eyes,
the Suns that rise and
although only one
they seem to go on and on.

The Pharaohs become the scarecrows
and the deities are defunct.

History bemuses me
but
we make our own
most assuredly.

one hundred to one and the
gamble is on,
a rank outsider to tide ya over.

It's a jungle I fear
and the fear's in here
locked in my head.

Bed,
boring,
can you see the walls shake as
I hear myself snoring?