Who am I? said the knock on the door.
Who am I? asked the shadow that followed.
Who am I? whispered the glade surrounding the stream.
I am a monster wrapped in a tinfoil suit
with a core of light like a God.
'Come to me through my open door
where shoulder blades sweep feathered upwards
across the deep abyss of existence, '
my friend insists,
through the single window pane
pressed vibrating to my forehead,
awake in the middle of the night.
I will come
while the children rest
and tame Cerberus listens
on no chain,
and we will go where you want.
My eyes will get used to the light,
but remember please, won’t you,
I have forgotten so much.
Ian Trousdell
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/awareness-and-tame-cerberus-listens/
