it crawled into my bed last night
like a curious centipede
hunting
for that perfect spot
dark and dank
cool and moist

but no threat to me
motionless as i became
while this metamorphosis
consumed my name

conscious
yet completely unaware
of my state
odd enough to amuse
kafkaesque
to the point of cliché

so strange
and so surreal
this dream
had come to play

but i was there
to steal

Peace/Love

m(-_-)m