On the walls finger prints
Stained and inked
purple, red, faded pink
Heart does sink
Through the rubble a rink
on the brink of collapse
A limb out of the rubble
My mind? Nah, it’s just rain
Ghosts be thy plenty, faceless, no names
Finger to lips, a face emerges from darkness!
In my face it had harked this, “Follow me unto the unknown, unseen, unbeen abyss.”
Cats, tall, a table of stone, splayed in the open
“Must be a dream, or I need proof, the latter, I’m hoping, I mean those creatures cut me wide open. I woke up and saw. White fur. human hand paw. Pickman’s portrait oh my dear god. I panicked they panicked, then I tried to fight and complied out of fear. Human-sized cats who can survive a bullet, knife and spear.
I wondered since then, what else I don’t we know here? What’s, huh? When?
Upper planes, spiritual fauna
There are planes beyond thy simple nirvana
The paw left a print
As a kid, I thought I was nuts
Whenever confusion or conflict occured, thus whacked the heavy-hand, parcel tongue slithering behind backs, hard and kinda scary to share certain facts with the plain, simple, common and bland; new information, weez, weez, wow, okay, you havin’ a heart attack?
Many a time did I see said cats
Piqued interests, prices paid
Somewhere along the road, almost many a mistake was made
The prints
Pawed and clawed, “oh god”
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