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Storming Eden by Yochi Ottensooser
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The grass is soft
A pillow for those benumbed.
The sky, a dream, awoken,
Dislocated jaws spitting rain.
The unknown slithers about
A scan of surroundings,
The shadows stalking in.
The horns of the hunt,
Screech their deathly rhyme.
I am here, a textual fear
A slit eye search,
For any lease of life,
My comrades in arms,
Dead on post-modern grounds.
Legions hiss their stanzas
I run to aid my lifelong friend,
Alive? I think I hope.
Check the pulse, No reply,
Mercilessly constricted, Dead.
I am there, a personified fear.
They advance their march,
“Troops to the swamps,
Cavalry to the cliffs,
Dragons, Chaotic wings of evil!”
Archers let pain loose
Run, Duck, Fly into cover,
My horse a stones throw away,
Pang of guilt,
My sentiment in the enemies grasp.
I am anywhere, a cynical fear.
I leap into the saddle,
Galloping ever south,
My eagle stead carries me away,
Home, at nest.
Out of enemies reach.
I mourn, I reflect
I need to carry on,
I try, I try,
Its so hard to just go on,
As its still here, my literary fear.
By: Yochi Ottensooser
(c) 2003
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