I was looking for a thing or two to reminisce in this foreign land Down Under,
Isacc Revisited, your bittersweet America,
My local writer.
Unable to identify,
I casually flipped to the first few pages,
and there you wrote something that I could connect with..
In memory of your grandmother..

Sandman

“Sealed and feigned to die,

Death’s brother called me into the twilight of night.

Voices hastened me chilly circulars

In windy poetic chimes,

‘to see the world in a grain of sand, to see eternity in an hour..’

And I saw Adam and Eve in a snapshot photograph of time looped

Between the folds of night enjoying a rotten mangled idea of 7^th heaven’s fruit.

A few steps to my left I saw a man whipping his master endless cycle,

Saw me somehow knew me, stopped and chased me in haste.

I ran into a plain of flat parched earth

Where lived or grew but bricks, cracks and holes.

The sun burned a ball of orange dripped teasing wax down upon me

Melted away my skin slow.

I screamed my mind into a pitch black

Opened my eyes and beheld a man pierced deep

With baleful eyes trembling sorrow from within

Cut open by a shadow stringing lutes

With his skin..

I wept like a child lost in a roomful of manic laughter,

And then he realized how broken I was gave me the answer

That which I had wanted to know;

That there were no lies in here no other world;

There were never any other madness but our own.”

- Deadworm in the Land of Dreams

“That night I shut my eyes

To welcome the void relieved of sight,

A dove came to me donning a hat

Held time liquid in her hands.

I squeezed her heart,

Slipped and fell into the deep,

Found myself in a sea of red

Mead bittersweet.

Night, a blanket of stars

Rained down upon me, cool to the touch.

Driven by sense, I ate my fill,

Rode low over the silent hill

Into the darkness still. Torn

Strips of light a tower sat yonder,

Pokered ends to haloed flights.

I was prepared to question Him when I was pulled rabid

From the dark light burning bright.”

- Deadworm to the Dark Tower came