Published May 1, 2013 by

When thou seest an eagle, thou seest a portion of genius; lift up thy head! – William Blake


And then I dreamt of them last night, plucking cobras from a field I was crossing and eating them, or dropping them from the sky. Further into that blindingly green field I started to see blood and brown feathers. Their mutilated bodies and my naked feet.

They tried to kill snakes that were too big and the snakes killed instead them, I reasoned in ether.


I had to hurry my crossing. I was late for my mother’s wedding.

A huge hall with grandiose party favors for many people. It was just the three of us in the audience. Like it always had been.

So, we waited.