We Aren't In Kansas Anymore
Prophetic prediction?
Mimetic memory?
Have I lived this
In forgotten past
Or will it come
shortly to pass?
I desperately sought shelter
Behind translucent walls
Protection, an illusion
Facing swirling masses
Stalking the night, and
Though random, It appeared
I know ‘twas seeking fear
Unexpected, it arrived
Without a trace of warning
As it contrived above me
My mind was racing
Images of family
Whom I’d never see again
Regret was thick
around me and within
As I fled to the hills
And watched the winds change
Directions and intent
Static dripped from the air
Silent, but crawling throughout
My skin and blurring vision
The shape and shade
And form and aura
Contorting and conforming
As such dictated
By atmosphere and sky