Subverted Acknowledgement

Asleep, I wake

In my -not my- room

high up, a lover’s tomb

Scratching, stretching, pulling footsteps

- towards me, I cannot see -

paralyzed literally

Without knowing, it’s known

an unwelcome visit

from an unwished for realm

Taking the form of shadows

- kaleidoscope of shifty reality -

it appears, gold lions manes arc

around an ovular ruby

Without seeing I saw,

I slip from the grip - of fear -

and flip - the lightswitch -

aha! it was never here.

Dear Lucidity,

you are held dear

-not quite-

respite comes after plight

as I am newly transported

amidst social strife

Someone I trust,

have never met,

I take aside -

and in recent strangeness confess,

look down and see

that very roar of lions protecting

a sacred ruby.

No where is safe, they’ve always known

it was my abode they too

last night roamed

As all conspiracy became clear,

a new jostle of fear

brought me back to

the reality we call here