walking for 1,000 miles,in 4 seconds.BAZOOM!pavement turns to hot sandand the bull’s skeletonhangs around me in transparent trees.take a break. breath.
lying down now,on my side, withfiery quicksand surrounding me.
and thena hand, appearing lovingly.what trickery!and what a beautiful hand.it’s you, it always is. you.
come back.no, no. no! you promiseyou’ll never come backwith me.(he swearz it!)
running now. barefoot.hot sand smoothing callusesthat have grown fortwo decades.
the bull’s skull hangsin invisible nature.
but dull black noiseis all that comes out.
(it’s time to wake up.)