I nicked my finger on the edge of a tall tower
The golem within me bled
And I felt it
Sensations in my digits
While all my blood fed the earth
And I melted
Till I was whole again
Staring at a tower that didn’t seem so tall
The golem within me bled
And I felt it
Sensations in my digits
While all my blood fed the earth
And I melted
Till I was whole again
Staring at a tower that didn’t seem so tall
This is part of a series entitled “Dreams of Electric Sheep.” It draws its inspiration from those of us who struggle with feeling completely out of sync with nature and the ecological mission. In many ways, the author feels like a helpless robotic sheep who knows better, but struggles to put words and thoughts to action. A dreamer afraid to touch the world because of how it might touch back.
