Interlocution

[Tone]

They feel something coming on

As a faint and tepid voice

Murmurmed in a steady half-light

Beaming to listen in and bend belief

Upon the significance of every dream

Sent as some sequence from beyond

Well worn by the riptides of quiddity and

Washed upon the war-torn shores of evermore

To be collectively embraced into that bosomed

Place where there is nothing they can't have

Because of all the choices that were bad

Afforded by the muse of an enchanted story

Unfolded by every grace and ceremony

They are lulled from the ground up

And right back down into the round

Place where they can taste the sound

And snip to shear the darkling eyes

Sharp clear as sky when clouds are brief

What if there is this world that must be achieved

Before the door is shut and they are

Forever locked into the disbelief

Where they may never recall themselves or even

That language spoken just before the eyes flutter open

What to do when all temptation melted as it

Was spoken along some hidden lines

Buried way down at that seeded depth

Okay, well, they'll drop into you soon