changing as i looked

[desmond dillon]

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there is a cockroach at my door

a slug a worm that comes to bore

into my very heart whose core

it seeks to suck the life therein

and leave the emptiness with me.

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this worm would suck the marrow from my bones

and drink the blood that pumps within

and take the precious essence of my being

to grow gigantic and unseen beneath my skin.

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the full horror i cannot tell

of what may be and what is hell

were i to open up my door

and let the worm come in.

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i peeped out thru the spy hole  just to see

if i could recognize the one

who kept on calling me

then the face i saw

.... kept changing as i looked.

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i saw that same desire expressed in forms

and colours, shapes and sizes all like worms

or slugs or roaches and the like

.... changing as i looked

        i was hooked

  my goose was cooked

hypnotized i stood and stared

distracted from the peace that cares

by something strange thats always there 

if you stop and look or listen for that knock

      upon your door.

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[Béatrice LATEUR LACROIX]

So wise !

Thanks for sharing so gently !

Love and Peace for you and all Beings.