“The Journey is the Destination: Safari with Dan Eldon”
They would
Come for me in
My dreams -
Hoards with large yellow eyes,
Ravenous gnashing teeth -
Each with the same, all-consuming body
Of rage
On the blue of my mind -
An expanse
Of navy -
There is no ground -
There is no horizon but a wave
Of wild dogs run, run as there is no end
But each step
A surge of paranoia
A lurch large enough
A heartbeat
To greet me on the
Other side in a pool
Of my own sweat...
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