Who dares to wake this
mountain of a monastery that
sleeps deep within the lake of consciousness?
Who is brave enough to take and stuff their heads with dreams
and fantasy landed from beneath this sleeping sea?
Beware
the devil you don't know,knows you well.
Who would break but a moment in their sandwiching of time,to kneel
before and then be mine?
This spell of certainty,
as sure as I can be
is uncertain.
Behind the curtain which hides the eyes,between the words that cover lies,the lake bed dries and more monasteries rise which
disguising wanton lust turn and are turned to dust as dust we all become,
have fun,beware
but remember
the devil you don't know
is everywhere.