I wait for sleep
to subdue my eyes
and overpower my mind
so that someone within me -
someone in me who is nicer than me,
less guileful than I am -
may fly about like a butterfly
and be petrified by nightmares
and be lost in their morbid alleys
letting out breathless screams
and later on be eaten up by terrifying lizards
and thus redeem all my lustful sins.
Like a feeble slave redeeming the crimes of his master
with each of the whips falling on his bare back.
