Sometime last week I had a dream that came to me as a poem. I don’t know where it came from or what it means but this is what I wrote as soon as I woke up.

I think it’s called ‘The Boy that ate God”..

‘He came to earth lost and alone,
and he looked for a place, a place he called home,
he searched for a day, a month and much more,
he walked by himself a thousand and yore,
one day he got sick, and could walk not a step
and realised how his tummy was screaming for help
that it was hungry, so hungry,
for in a hundred thousand years,
he’d not had one bite,
so he stopped and he ate,
he ate the trees, he ate the birds,
he ate the fields and he ate the herds,
he ate the roads, he ate the signs,
he ate the moats he ate the flies,
he ate the cities, he ate the walls,
he ate their buildings, he ate their halls,
he ate the hills, he ate the mountains,
he ate the volcanoes and natural fountains,
then he ate the planet, the one we called earth,
he ate the rocks and he ate all the dirt,
and he ate our sun, he ate out galaxy
he ate the infinite, he ate it all,
until finally he ate God.
then he ate himself.
so there was nothing.
not even nothing there was,
there simply wasn’t.
there wasn’t.’