Drifting off
in the mid-afternoon.
So tired.
Must rest my eyes.
Delicious sleep...

Bam!

A thunderbolt awakening,
a raucous clap,
eyes open wide,
beholding a room full
of resounding nowness.

Whoa!

A constant stream of
sensory hooks binds me to
the notion that I exist
now and forever.
My fancy soars as
I imagine myself
a rich entrepreneur,
a powerful ruler,
a vital movie star,
or a spirit being.

Steady!

The awful truth is that,
despite my emollients,
herbs, pimple cream
and athletic strains,
decomposition happens.

Ouch!