a guiding hand
I dream lately in animations. primal etchings that come alive. futuristic worlds with capabilities of altering our third dimension. machines that send us to the fourth dimension where sound and color are obsolete, where we learn our limitations by screaming. Beowulf dances in cave paintings above my head, and I declare it is my favorite book. ??
which I didn't give much thought to the Beowulf part.. maybe that I should actually read it....
I wake up and stumble with sleep in my eyes around my house.. I go to the basement looking for my cat, as i retreat up the stairs i notice a box of books on top of a bookshelf.... and I stumble upon a copy of Beowulf.. with a cave painting of Beowulf on the cover..
grr...
this is getting out of hand.
which I didn't give much thought to the Beowulf part.. maybe that I should actually read it....
I wake up and stumble with sleep in my eyes around my house.. I go to the basement looking for my cat, as i retreat up the stairs i notice a box of books on top of a bookshelf.... and I stumble upon a copy of Beowulf.. with a cave painting of Beowulf on the cover..
grr...
this is getting out of hand.