ㅁ Those hypnagogic moments when the brain zaps flourish: not quite "zen"... I jolt awake, as if the gods had poked at me with cattle prods.
– a quatrain in iambic tetrameter.
ㅁ Those hypnagogic moments when the brain zaps flourish: not quite "zen"... I jolt awake, as if the gods had poked at me with cattle prods.
– a quatrain in iambic tetrameter.