If at some time a blinding light takes the brillance out of the sky and turns me to the blackened night as it did before in years where the television screen hummed blue with comfort and the sticky sweat-coated kiddy girls and boys hugged each other to keep their bones from rattling and the wind blew thru our skin like screen doors, I will expect all severe consiquences.
I wish to have visions like I did before, Like a hermit that sees the sun shining and children playing and glistening jewel colored pools even when he's buried so deep benethe the dust and dirt brought on by his own devices.
I wish I could see their beauty again, when the shine in their skin was an aura not grime and the red in their eyes was from tears of joy not smoke.
Could I will myself to that place once more, where we locked ourselves behind solid doors with the windows open and the wide open screen taking us to places and making us go insane inside our own minds. To make us think we lived in Japan and that zombies were banging on the walls.
The visions I see now are not demented by unnatural floresent light or blue humming screen or little red pills. They come clear and plain, blunt end of a knife, causing a pain but no wound to have life flow thru.
Could these children save me still and take me back underground?
Before it is too late.
Before I drown in Morning's light.

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