caught out in the rain
you’ve come to believe they’re the preyed upon sheep
when in fact they are the voracious wolves
hypnotically interrupting your senses
while constructing thrones for their virtual kingdoms
overseeing principalities by way of artificial avatars
at a distance the jokers and jesters frolic
entertaining the masters with the muses of the Mariachi
while a bow plays a chord on a Dixieland fiddle
you were caught out in the rain
spelled by the down-pouring of lies
an unholy baptism that drew your spirit into the darkness
your reality sloshing in the forest moss, and
your loved ONE lost in the damp of the enchanted forest
thank you,
joseph pede
Song by Beth Hart
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