Mare

I'm no soothsayer No paragon of wisdom But I'd be an idiot To miss the idiosyncrasy This horrific affair From an overactive system Made me the recipient Of the hellish and imaginary For all the fear I had The sight was a strange comfort Abstracted to A horrendous appearance I dream of a telepathic tiger Paralyzed but so full of life My reality-fiction divider Is malfunctioning Oneirology acrobats Taking all comers Stimuli accrue While I digest the experience I tried to drown this cat Underneath my covers Seeing his eye slits through Seething with resentment Although he escaped Rather nonchalantly There was no ill will We traded regrets Palpable tension One could cut like butter He hung around a time Until we decided we should part Eventually I gave him away He went back to sanctuary A concept he doesn't get He accepted it nonetheless Oh, these perturbing headcanons