Intricate are the patterns
that dream weave in the
darkest realm of my mind;
I once saw myself walking
along the shore of
gleaming golden sand
strewn with sparkling gems.

There were women _
Fair, bald and beautiful _
sprawled naked on the sand
groveling at my feet
squirming and moaning
in the scorching heat
of the midday sun.

I saw myself standing amidst them
dressed in a sheik’s flowing robe
and wearing a bejeweled turban;
In my one hand I held
a glittering Excalibur
and an olive branch in the other.

At that moment I saw
someone riding upon
a giant bald eagle
wearing a suit of armor
swooping down on me
from the heavens;

In his left hand
he clutched a scroll,
In his right he held
a huge quill like a lance;

With the dexterity of a knight
He thrust the quill into my heart.

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