A pack of wolves
foaming with lust
stormed my cushion
today
hungry muzzles
tearing away the flesh
of my awareness
as I drifted
and drifted
in a daze of waves
floating in the ocean
lying on the bark
of old memories
of fantasies –
a stream
of unreality.
©Ciro Coelho. Pachamama Cabin, July 27, 2008, 2:02pm
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