Dream Poem 8 - The Hero

High, high on the stairs
Top floor
Looking down onto the world of men
The hero has to go down into the world of people
To complete a task
Running, weaving round market traders and shoppers
He’s looking for something
He’s not blaming anyone
But he knows with little knowledge – this is a set up
One day we will all be free
One day things will iron themselves out flat
But today is a running day – he must run for his life
And for the life of his sister – run to stay alive
The stairs spiral up
And he is lost in the ghosts and the rain
The churches and the shoppers
The parsons and the peaceful.
Why is life contradictory,
Long-run and over-emotional?
The contents of his life are emptied on the floor
Like a spilt bag
Everyone sees
Everyone thinks they understand
They don’t
They only see their truth.

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