dystorporation

it will take
more than wind and storm
to wake the Nightmare Child
lost in a dreamwalking sequence
slick action slaction
without consequence
an insulated soul
sparkling like granite
underwater
under the sun
far too many toothpastes
for one teeth
leaps of faith
that are picturesque
and magnificently virtual
justice and order
carefully divorced
from each other
with joint custody
of emotion
money before sermon
before action
living in an age
of Numbers and Names
that never breathed life
or smelled a rat
ruling human decision
passing human judgement
the Nightmare Child
is lost in a room of echoes
in a world without gossip
talking to itself
just to be heard