The dreamer-
In the caves she speaks to me
of rains prelude to flood
she talks of years past,
memories forgotten.
Inside the warning seems without reason
safe in our shroud of possessions
yet the water rises ever closer,
the unimaginable always happens.
In our desperacy we climb onto the too small ledge
our strength holding us just above the poisoned water
before us a door appears,
luring in its prey.
We climb into a world of magic and horror
offered sickly sweet candy
puppets smiles widening when we take the bait
slahing at our ankles as we leave.
We return to our waterlogged home
to help the innocent who survived
discussing everything and nothing
to avoid mentioning the truth.
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5/12/13 2:25 AM
I am now going to put the title on the page w/ the poetry and remove the authors notes from previous writes (leaving the date [and time]). Enjoy
~SR
