Childhood slinks into nightmares,
ill remembrance of hero turned villain,
symbolic strength and beauty into hostile predator
and I burrow under water for shelter.
Fire's breath adds to the elemental.
We're getting back to primorder here,
fertile compost for subconscious.
Arousal awakens, stiff and pulsing
for reasons unexplained. Not even in
tangential theory this time (a new consciousness?
No. Resolution in tact.). A hasty retreat
from the confusion, a bid back to distractions
of waking life.
What is the thought in these terms, these
structures? Late night black white memories
of Channel 9, cherished Christmas toys, national
insecurity, liquid diversions. Forecast of doom clouds
overhead. Fair to partly cloudy.
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