I went down to the Other side, waiting by the Water. Voices in My head had told me To watch for a bird. Sometimes Doubt

Fiction, memoir, and musings, from Minotaur Productions
I went down to the Other side, waiting by the Water. Voices in My head had told me To watch for a bird. Sometimes Doubt
Vision has become Tessellated by a mesh, Overlapping lines. Was it always this Way? Hard to tell. Yes/no. Binary logic. It goes or it does
A soldier was I Once, decorated, proud, true, I used my visions To find prisoners, Ammunition depots, all Targets, protective, Not aggressive. But One day,
I did not mean toHit you. You cried for help. IOffer you secrets, Forbidden knowledge.Take your hands off me. I knowYour children sleep. See My
Warm, lovely in theWindow, take me home, unwrapMe, I am empty.
When was it that IWas cracked? Unsimple Simon.The time when I chased Spectral ZazumeeThrough plate glass window, bloodyBrow, needed stitching? Or when I refusedTo go