Envision

A vision of intellectual slaughter

and the morbid curiousity as every last person

stood to watch the ringmaster cleave the weight from her very last word.

We were warned to avoid the wild-eyed stare

and took turns reassuring ourselves

that the woman was insane.

In the most dangerous hands,

the theft of credibility

is mistaken for a fight

to wrestle back a grasp on reality.

Logic has no place in a dreamscape

where loft beds and peeling paint

are adjacent to lush mountain plateaus.

The horror of three vain attempts

to wake up from a nightmare

a vision of psychological warfare

left her looking shell-shocked.

The truth of the nightmare

was that we had all been here before

yet only she bore witness to the mayhem.

We never stopped to listen to the fact

that this dream was a de-ja vu to her,

having watched our destruction

in the last dream.