Tumbleweed Man
TUMBLEWEED MAN
The one brought inside
The burning red.
The sea of the dead
The infinite ride,
A sea of light, consciousness and potential
Brought back from fraudulent, to tragic, into incidental
Far too blind to pick a side
Or even see which one you’re on
Or the right one to get back on;
Which could differ from the ladder.
I was stuck in my flesh - in the sacramental.
In anticipation
The shedding begins,
This sovereign night
This ride is too far gone.
If it even matters, the ball is bright
The ego shatters.
The spirit moves on.
The former differing greatly from the ladder.
A woman
Now passes a cemetery
A shudder suppressed, but a cringe is exalted
A memory repressed
Or a pain reenacted
Seen last
A sullen lullaby
Betrays this shelter to the hounds.
They curse her dreams
Making scars ache
Shadow figures of the past
And the haunting of sacred grounds.
Brought back from death.
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