Breached our Cassius
forcefully from the cold, dark
briny deeps of dream-
as if drunk and by a
cruel and rage crazed
Sandman cudgeled.
Wearily wobbled he
into the relative warmth
of more common consciousness,
his psyche shaken and bruised
by the blunt blows of imagery incarnadine.
Ill-lit and rattly trains transporting
fearful families into vague danger,
some grappling with grim Big-Brother types
dividing the desperate alliances formed
wordlessly, instantly, wild-eyed
and, in the end, weakly
against the true, inhuman terror
of the unspoken destination.
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