Thursday, August 28, 2008

Werewolf

Werewolf

(Lawrence Helm)


I woke from

Dreaming, having

Been sleeping

With the pack

In communal

Oneness and

Canis warmth.

We could curl

Against the seasons

And dream each

Pain away and dream

A different ontology.

I was shaman and

Persistently dreamt

I was a man

Walking in long strides

The ancient mountain

Trails which we knew

Persisted as scars

On our reality. There

Were grottoes of kindness

And love far from

The sense of the world,

Of cities which I

Could never traverse

With certainty, my

Mind continuously wrenching

Those worlds apart.

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