The Call of the Daliski
December 25,
1996
There is someone watching me
You know
I see their shadow at the edge of my peripheral vision
They follow me everywhere I go
Even when I walk fast or slow
Every second and every hour
They slowly my soul devour as I lose myself, as my mind's deflowered
Today, there's now four
Waiting
At the edges of my mind's front door
All I sometimes hear is
We love you
We are real
We know what you feel
I told my, Doctor Jones
But he doesn't believe me
Says I’m under nourished so it's just a symptom
But I know it’s not all in my head
For last night, they left me a note by my bed
It read,
Vocate nos
Daliski
Nos qui in umbris vivimus et te domum feremus
Dic modo
Daliski
Daliski
Daliski
Libera me
In red ink
So still lonely, with shadows growing in numbers
I can faintly hear drums start beating
What have I got to lose?
I look at the news
In the newspapers
The world is lost
No love
No rapture
If it works and my soul is captured
It's why I'm leaving this note for those to follow as reality fractures
Like me
Who wants the Daliski
To set them free
Be brave
If you're reading this and found a way to translate the invocation
Who knows
Maybe we'll meet, in a new nation
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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