Malcolm Sealy (Australia)
When one finds itself stranger to this existence.
Where does one turn?
Fear not! Watching; -
the Ones who walketh before!
Subtly initiate into they, unbeknownst.
Slumber awakened…clear…loud this world mess
Fight and ignore..the new flashes…the hidden call…
Fight it and ignore if can! !
As conditioned—since birth-
No more can tolerate. dropped and spat out. Lingering! a foul metallic taste.
Confused and scared, stumble your old plain.
The Other ‘walkers’ out number; alone, hungry you be..
Those innocence’s ignorance; you feed off…
predictable ‘for you knoweth that prison.’
Alone evolved you become..
Communities you search… find and heal…gather strength upon oneself…
But please do not linger for ever…
Into the wastelands One must go…Even though surrounded!
Remember; just as you were found..believe-they will come!
Into the fire one must tread…begin to see you will…
Others! ! Hidden like you..
Armour-ed! ! But courting the beast..
surprised you will be ‘whereth they dwell’
Acknowledge you they will…take strength from each..
Epoch to epoch- this has been so.
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