Look, the sage
of consciousness
has found me.

He's knocking
against my skull.
He's trying to pull

back the curtain
of my eye.  He's
attempting to crawl

into my unlocked
body through an
open window.

Perhaps I should
let him in.  Together,
we could start a cult.

Lisa Zaran

If you've any comment on these poems, Lisa Zaran would be pleased to hear from you.