Vacuum Cleaner
The beast was there, lying on the floor
Orange, black and grey, tail to mouth
Eyes, paws or ears were nowhere to be seen
The beast was there, waiting for its prey.
The beast was there, proud of its strength
Tail, body and a toothless mouth
Without heart or remorse
The beast was there, lengthening his neck.
The beast was there, eating around
With a roaring sound coming from its entrails
Without mercy or conscience
The beast was there, swallowing dust.
Once, Zhuang Zhou dreamt he was a butterfly, a butterfly flitting and fluttering around, happy with himself and doing as he pleased. He didn't know he was Zhuang Zhou. Suddenly he woke up and there he was, solid and unmistakable Zhuang Zhou. But he didn't know if he was Zhaung Zhou who had dreamt he was a butterfly, or a butterlfy dreaming he was Zhuang Zhou.
