Sunday, May 06, 2012
A DREAM He saw today, in his own eye Yesterday's reflection of the pyramid on whose west face there was a sliver of a shaft. In his own mind's eye he descended the shaft, which seemed just wide enough for a man to crawl or fall through. He had the sense of falling as he slid uncontrollably down this shaft. Along the shaft's wall were suddenly Egyptian hieroglyphics and images of the various gods. He kept descending, his downward hurtle occasionally braked for some moments by his loose clothing. down down down. Down towards the paintin of jackal-headed god Anubis, beneath which was a lower painting seemed more like the image of a minotaur . The minotaur had an embarrassed look as if he had been dead and now unceremoniously summoned, and like the dead of the past, he seemed embarrassed by the living. The minotaur turned away from the descending man, trying all the while, to cover the huge bull-like balls that he had. There seemed no need for a sword, but the man keps sliding lower and lower, down beneath the god images and he knew, even if he were to wake up, the images would stay with him forever.