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I woke up,
I opened my eyes
Layers upon layers of dreams
Faded in the pitch black of my mind.
My father, I saw him,
Smiling down at my reclined body,
“Wake up son, its morning already”.
I felt the cold touch of his gun on my temple,
“As the sun rises, my son
cleansing the spirit of this world
So must I, cleanse yours.
My son, be reborn.”

I half heard the friction of metal with metal,
And in my eyes a black sun growing smaller
I felt a moment of indecision,
A moment of confusion
Where I was going, what was to become of me
I had no idea, and I was afraid.

I saw around me a group of people
Stomping their feet, grinning devilish grins
Pointing at me, touching me in places they ought not to.
They screamed my name, over and over again,
And with time their dance grew faster
And their chanting louder,
“What Goddess, what goddess?”,
They laughed like huge gongs on the top of a mountain.
“Let us rip the horse’s eyes!”.

The trumpets blew, and the drums beat
All the circus animals marched
And slid and slipped on a crescent moon.
Flying banners, wobbly tents, happy music
I saw and heard.

Then I saw my best friend of eighteen years,
It’s a pity I didn’t know his name
He nodded and laughed at me,
He held my hands, and we danced in circles
Around a great sparkling fire
“This is she” we chanted and exhaled,
Chanted and exhaled…
“This is she!”
“This is she?”
We sang happy songs, and floated around
On lonely beaches.
We had no wisdom, only words
We couldn’t predict the future
But we could translate the past.

“Children are insane”, my friend said,
“Decidedly, they are”, I replied
“Let us be children then, my love”.
I laughed a maniacal laughter and
Clawed at his breast.
He laughed back, his hair floating in the wind
Like a ship’s sail on a breezy night.
“My friend, will you hold my hand again when I am sixty three?”
He asked,
“Probably. If I live that long”
And we burst into laughter.

We smeared ourselves with colours
That we borrowed from the starry night sky
And we played among the trees.
With our eyes we painted a huge blue-black ocean
And a brown ship.

“We’ve built a ship,
Rum pum pum.
A lovely brown ship,
Rum pum pum.
It’s a bit watery, but hey!
Rum pum pum,
We’ve built a ship
Rum pum pum.”, we sang out loud.

We touched the tips of our little straw hats,
We skipped a skip and
Danced a dance in the water
Around our lovely brown ship.

“Let us find some oysters,
And we can play in the mud later
And get our pants dirty”, I said.
“Yes let us!” my friend said.
We smiled that devilish grin
And our eyes twinkled that bright colour
That propriety did not allow.

“Let there not be a single person in this world
Who can tell us not to look out of windows
Let there be no one who can tell us
That we are not Pirates or Indians,
Or anything else interesting.
Let no one say that hidden treasures do not exist
Or that we should not dream about starry nights.”

“Yes let us cease worrying about grammar
And other inconsequential things
Like names and dates and time.
Let us call anything by anything we like,
And let us measure time by the frequency of our tears”, I said.
“Then my friend, not a day shall pass”, he laughed.