Red Eye of Mars

I dreamt last night.
I was trying to help.
Helping a band of children escape:
Escape through a pack rat maze,
I messed up.
With my hand to temerity,
Got shot up and died.
Perspective flipped, and I
Became a predator, and I
Knifed another other self in the leg.
My wound flowered water, and I Woke.
A granitic terrified helplessness
From this enduring turning.
There is no escape;
Even my body knows this.
Telling this.

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