the shepherd's sword

m-m-madness [we are in need of damage control as of now]

here on
the moor,
in
the swamp,
and in
the city.

here, is everywhere
on the right day
when feeling the right way
and i
see

spindly,
spiky
spi
ders and
wafting,
wayfaring
wi
sps and
slinky,
slurpy
sha
dows.

they're all here.
and those are just the loud ones.

there's a doll here, but she hasn't got a name.
too strange to have a name.
she won't be quiet,
she won't speak.
she won't stop looking at me.

and all the while the saving grace is on an island,
saying that i was never cut out to be a savior.

the mind is not a wonderful place
once you've worn out your welcome.

just ask alice.

or me. but i've never been alice.