Oblivions Dream
Oblivions Dam
can't hold back
Mother Natures
Rush
emerging
from within
the eye of a twister
praying cobra's hands
dance and rise
to the rhythm's
of a snake charmers
trance
as sand dunes are created
from whispering winds
where strode
an intersection
on freeway
you play
underneath a street lamp
a game of hide-and-seek
"olly-olly oxen free"
and the lamp becomes God
and freedom
a ladder from the hells of fire.