prophecy

Awoke in a mud-flat of the mind
with children watching, a boy
with coke-bottle glasses verges on vanishing
and I have to find the way back now.
I've lost a friend's baby which is
too bad to be real. Some things, thank god,
are too bad to be real. And maybe always will be?
But maybe just for me, charmed me.
So I rose above a changed metropolis.
Watercolored grey and like the whole
world was the underpass at dusk.
The Wonder Wheel fell into the sea,
and the voice that warned my mother
of her fertilized egg spoke for the first time
to me. "You are old," it said,
"you wish to die." But hold on
(I paraphrase) but hold on please,
"you'll see."

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