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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