From the tattered blind

the light passed through

my sheltered wall of sleep

 

Asleep in dreams

I woke to find

the one that follows me

 

I became the eye

of that changeling beast

Not allowing his

Will be mine

(What madness lay beside

me in the smoking dawn)

 

Then I in willful mind

still dreaming said,

“Leave you must -- enough!”

 

In violent threat he answered me

with nothing more than ---dust