I found a piece of me in a dark
lake—
near a bear, under faith, sunk low
in flame;
in shadows screaming, in terror’s
torture—
moving wildly, a key to a dreamscape.
fated for pash, abused by passion,
a
laugh at pathetic, a cry for roses;
sought by siege, abashed for human,
in love
with ideals; soon science will
persuade us.
I found a piece of me in a dark
lake—
a wanderlust at heart, watching
skyglass,
believing she cooks greens, bakes
sweet chicken,
stirs lemonade, washes silverware
clean.
I see hands reaching into candent
light;
I feel a failed vision, pure
delusion.
