You return through the gates
but they slip out
through too.
Into a vessel are you made
then both impossess
into another creature you turn
starving for, like a deer
in the lions mouth, is the scent
and taste of
pulsating, vibrant life
which fades out.
Then you suddenly awaken
and next to you
is you.
Which reality is now real - ?
you care not
but to sate that hunger which
was awoken - ah - :
into your own veins you tear
a wound to lick,
but more, more to taste
suddenly dead.
Was it then a suicide
or a murder
you did?
In an empty room found
you liked both; -
and three days later to return
from the dreamscape
and walk out the door, home
to where that was -
but you are no more you,
and never return. |