the dragons will fly through you
as they flew through me

Thor's lightning rods,
blue bolts in the
valleys of gods.

Myths of the mercantile
sirens that smile
beware
' there be dragons '

After the monsoon
prior to the forenoon on
the third day
and with the Angels
working on the Ark
I was
late as usual where fate as usual
played its hand.

But it was in limbo
between here and
a place I go to be alone ,
a place I am at home in
where I met the tsunami that
almost drowned me
and threw me up upon a shore
which wasn't on any map that I
had seen before.

Can you hear them roar?
waves that ferry dragons to
this shore where I'm sure that this
time I shall not escape,

fate as usual has plan B for me
I wake from slumber to see
the dream like any other dream
was just a dream
and for some time I shall
be free from the dragons that fly
through you into bolts of me
in the blue.