THE MAGICIAN’S DILEMMA
TOUCH THE MAROON MENACING FACE.
You see far away places
A beach
A swamp
In the mudscape
Eyeballs open
You have been noticed
And hear a litany of grievances
In choral multitudes
Incomprehensible
A landslide of bitter resentment
Confinement
Rage
They are rushing toward you now
“RELEASE US!
KILL THE MAGICIAN!
KILL HIS FOUL BROOD!”
Your hand reflexively pulls away
Is Oliver there?