today like everyday

feb 2/9/09


to lie awake amid nocturnal glow; of broken light lives drying joy.
as an immortal discussion, a dialogue inside, rages with the fury of angelic bliss.
slight epiphanies occur in a mature sense of the word.
props like coffee and wine make the modern bodhisatva smoke too many cigarettes towards nirvana.
upon a flea bit bed the body is of cold sun,and a minor weeping can be heard from within the head,
like a chapel,
loudly,
singing.