Flood

At dawn, the shadows ebbed and flowed in my crown,
And when I entered the outside world
On it's newly laden blanket,
I felt cold, and did not utter a sound.

I drifted into the upper chambers,
To gaze in blankness
At my coiled daydreams.

And in between, I traveled,
But remained within the same place.

Up and down a plastic model
Of Jacob's Ladder I went.
I am a monk who is the keeper
Of a monastery that is not my home.

There were floods today.
Many floods.

I had to get away,
In the only time I could.
The city was frozen,
And the street guard rushed me across
The world of his pain.

Just before I reached the other side,
My mind slipped,
And my hands crashed against the stone,
The salty stone.

Nearly losing my headdress,
I pretended not to notice,
And circled the perimeter
Of my shaken feet.

I relaxed for a moment,
And walked for a distance
Over the rusted tracks.

I extended my hands to two silver bars,
One on my right and one on my left.
The onlookers observed my crimson hands.

The fountain consumed many days.
I was there when it was empty,
I was there when it was full of life.
Today it was overflowing.

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