Poem XXIV: Fumon's lambs

If you ever see the wooden lambs
the ones described by Fumon (1302-1369)
leaping out of the void
you are in the wrong place
and you should leave
quickly

those lambs
a) don't exist
b) will bite your head off

So you'd better get the hell out
quick.

Poem XVI: Ars mentis

i'm not crazy:

we can increase our awareness of reality
by likening things which are not
associated by habit
or by Nature,
but which we by doing so
augment, as by development.

It is a practice I practice.

It is a dream I have.