walking for 1,000 miles,
in 4 seconds.
BAZOOM!
pavement turns to hot sand
and the bull’s skeleton
hangs around me in transparent trees.
take a break. breath.
lying down now,
on my side, with
fiery quicksand surrounding me.
and then
a hand, appearing lovingly.
what trickery!
and what a beautiful hand.
it’s you, it always is. you.
you
pull
me
in closer.
come back.
no, no. no! you promise
you’ll never come back
with me.(he swearz it!)
running now. barefoot.
hot sand smoothing calluses
that have grown for
two decades.
the bull’s skull hangs
in invisible nature.
i
start
to
scream,
but dull black noise
is all that comes out.
(it’s time to wake up.)
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