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Show Me What I Want to See
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darkness, and it’s closing
in.
can i see? do i need to feel my way through
or should i just open my eyes? if i can,
do i want to?
do i want to see the demons
—or—
would i rather die unknowing?
i had all the answers once, because i was stupid or just too smart for my
own good,
but that’s gone now. over. over
and out on the radio:
a battered little thing, dead in my hand and i know: there’s my contact
my link to the world outside & once iheard
whispers from it,
& once i whispered
through.
but the battery’s dead (or maybe i dropped the damned thing somewhere
back
along the way--would i lie to myself
if i had? maybe) & i know this place has only darkness, and nothing of the
sort i seek.
My eyes open; without knowing (only hoping)
they were closed,
i’d thought it was dark—
(a flick of light?)
but i snatch a glance around,
—and the world’s no brighter. eyes closed or open,
i can’t find my way.
you have a gift, they said, and it’s all i remember then—
then is where i should be,
maybe.
but they sent you away, sent you here—sent you
from them—away—
& there’s a voice, only my own of course;
no good as a guiding light but
it gives lovely hindsight i suppose. i’d like to know
now if i’ve still got that gift;
if only i’d remember what it was, oh god if i could remember
anything!
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i’ve stopped walking--not safe to do here—
where are those demons you worried about,
maybe they’ll give chase?
—so i run.
now and then a shadow will change
; or maybe
that’s the beating of my heart—so
i’m alive?
wouldn’t you rather be dead? says my voice, & i didn’t know
i could be so bitter.
all through this i’ve slowed to walking pace
arms stiff at heaving sides, & legs gone to
rubber.
the darkness doesn’t change to light; there’s only
everchanging shadows to my eyes. maybe the darkness
took that gift everyone
said i had, said so right to my face &
they wouldn’t lie to me, now would they?
actually—i can’t
remember.
Says a voice,(--mine—&was there ever another?) ,
do dreams ever lie?
—do dreams
ever
lie,
or do they tell you what you want to hear.
somehow it grows from question to insistence,
& i remember one thing: how that voice always made me wince—
--i
didn’t
think i
could be so bitter.
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you have a gift, they whisper.
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Title:
Show Me What I Want to See
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Artist:
caracal_eyes
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Description:
i had all the answers once, because i was stupid or just too smart for my
own good,
but that’s gone now.
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Date:
08/28/2009
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Tags:
bitter
dream
demon
dark
lies
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