the nagual

I was talking to myself,
one time,
and someone else answered.

A voice said -
do you want to know a secret?
- well,
I watched you as you slept,
and though you and I
are one,
I am unknown to you still.
I am the other, the nagual,
and when you sleep,
I awake, sometimes,
and go walkabout
here or there,
down the street,
or to the ends of the universe
and beyond,
and you never knew.

Well, you know it now.

And so,
acquainted,
and bit by bit,
in the wee stony gap
between reality & madness,
acceptance has taken root,
and one day soon
I will follow where he goes,
and maybe we will return
and maybe not.

◄ blondie

the other world ►

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Ann Foxglove

Mon 28th Dec 2009 18:58

I googled the nagual, if you see what I mean, and it said it was an animal that you turned into. It's a great word, nagual, creepy! Have you ever read any M.R. James? This and your other poem about looking into a mirror have the same kind of spooky feel as his horror stories.

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Mon 28th Dec 2009 16:54

many thanks. do you want to see the nagual? I'll post "the other world". It does sound like a party-joke - but be warned - it can be truly terrifying.

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kealan coady

Mon 28th Dec 2009 14:37

Good piece, ending with two possibilities, thought - provoking.

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Ann Foxglove

Mon 28th Dec 2009 14:36

THis is really quite creepy in a subtle kind of way. I like the "wee stony gap between reality & madness." Maybe that's where poets live!

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Mon 28th Dec 2009 13:53

This is very interesting. I didn't catch the switch in speaker right away. Perhaps a space making two stanzas would have helped.

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