he must've gotten tired of waiting for his servant
to wake up.
a useless channel. a medium
so thick
nothing passes through.
a mere merchant
of imagination.
agonizing
over a few meaningless letters
for a plate of dirt.
letting his sand
gather dust
and lose potency.
morpheus has left
for a greener meadow
a more colorful sunset
a lazier morning
a more prolific medium.
a more tenacious weaver
of dreams.
