Anthony Burge (16/06/1962 / Australia)
Through rapid eye in slowest motion
With limbs of lead, wade treacle-ocean.
Feet at anchor dragging chains
I run wet through by acid rains.
Stealthily hunted on the hoof
One step ahead of Sabre tooth.
Look over shoulder at my pursuer
Run rabbit run warm-blooded lure.
Dream weaver snared in sticky web
Breath burns my lungs both flow and ebb.
Ten thousand candles burning bright
A solar flare lights up the night.
Beneath the searchlight beam I dance
To shun the stage for dark my chance.
I summon up spent energy
Feel hot breath against my neck
Alive survive my pulse I check.
I gasp for air I claw at sheet
Position changed drift back to sleep.
Busy sleeping, sleeping busy
On common ground I’m falling dizzy.
I run and run to take my place
Out front, the hunt I lead the chase.
Again I flee they’re after me
Take cover behind my family tree.
Genetically linked over time
I'm guilty of horrendous crime.
I know not what it is I've done
But the chase goes on hunted I run
Almost I surface from my sleep
Then sink again conscious is deep
Choose flight or fight a slumbering run
Of sluggish limbs make fists of thumbs.
Climb tangled rope with monkey grip
Awake escape this nasty trip
To want to wake can't be asleep
The chase goes on I can't delete
I leap into the honeyed sea
Where few would choose to follow me
Escape, escape, try to evade
Through treacle thick waist deep I wade
Awakened now unleashed from sleep
from bed of dread to floor I leap
Innocent of any crime is me
Still weighted down anxiety
Escaped confines of dreaming prison
Heartbeat returns to normal rhythm
Guilty conscience busy sleeping
Eyes shut wide night terror reaping
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