poems 2 rock your soul by Werner Herzog

this morning
before breakfast
i was working
on a beautiful water color
painting of a
naked aboriginal
man
plunging a spear
into the spine of a
great wooly mammoth

as i laid down
brush stroke
after
brush stroke
the colors bleeding into each other
creating new hues,
hues, perhaps, never seen before
by hunters
animals
trees
or god
i got the eerie sensation
that i was being guided by a force
more powerful, more evolved, more omniscient
than myself

then i realized
i was just super hungry
and got up to get some muesli