Images confused, confusing
Known locations, some mysterious
People flit in and out,
Childhood neighbours with string nipples
Past students appear as if I should know.
So much instantly forgotten.
I wade, against a raging torrent
Watched by wondrous watchers
Why they ask, I know why.
My goal I see,
No going back.
Black dog chases me,
Terror, fear, legs running
Get away, run, run, run
It’s close, run, closer, run, run, run,
Awake, sweating, fearful
Written for: http://dversepoets.com/2014/07/29/poetics-on-dmt/