When I was a child,
I knew,
How to protect myself,
In make believe,
In solitary imaginings, new incarnations,
And beginnings,
A seal.
A tiger.
A polar bear,
Robin Hood,
Mowgli,
Tarzan,
Among other creatures,,
There was no incongruity,
Within this gratuity,
Of pretence,
It was real,
One hundred per cent,
No division between dream and waking,
But now, the nightmare of awake,
Encroaches on boarders that should never be crossed,
Invading my dreams,
Poisoning,
The fantasist, I must insist,
Has tasted the poison,
And there's no going back,
He must die,
(And anyway, who am I?)
M Joseph Burt (13.06.2007)
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