i dream about the monsters below

i dream about the monsters below

dark in the water like a green cougar or a snake
and the thunderers above

throwing their lightening stones and grappling

in a white fog that covers when they come 

the surface of the lake churns into white froth

i have not really known anything 

of this endless contest of theirs though it was

cycling all around me for so long 

if i am teachable i might even see the eggs

they spring from or the strange markings 

they sometimes leave on the earth 

or perhaps i will always be an outcast

in this and other things that fly by announce

circle and then go over the horizon 

have compassion for every orphan

who wanders this earth far from dwellings

that were burned 

and remembrances 

of forsaken places float like bits of ash

on the smoke of this space we call home

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