The Center of the Circle (Parts 2and3)

The Center of the Circle (Part 2)

Another
dream that was equally strange,

Featuring
horse hunters on the range,

Who would
chase wild horses,

Along several
well devised courses,

Groups of
men hidden along the way,

Would Jump up and turn the horses away,

Rerouting them
back into the herd,

When directions
changed, confusion occurred,

The leaders
frantic as the circle tightened,

The mares
and colts terribly frightened,

The horses
driven into a box canyon,

Where there
was no place to run,

Some brave stallions
turned to fight,

But rifles
fired, killing them outright,

The mares
more docile, were left to live,

They could
be valuable, their lives to give,

They would
be mated with donkeys for sturdy offspring,

Their colts,
as mules, much money they’d bring,

And any
other young horses that hung around,

Would be
auctioned off at the nearest town,

There must
be meaning that I could derive,

Why did
these dreams return and thrive?

The dreams
were becoming progressively vivid,

I was angry
at myself, absolutely livid,

But the meanings
to the dreams was still concealed,

There was
more to come before they were revealed,

Foxes were
the focus of my next dream,

But the
center of the circle was still the theme,

Foxes were
the target of a killing spree,

These poor
creatures became the enemy,

A circle of
men, women, and children five miles wide,

Decided to
give the foxes no place to hide,

With sticks
and clubs they entered the woods,

Yelling and
baying, as loud as they could,

Tired and
frightened, the foxes ran to and fro,

As they
quickly found there was no place to go,

The angry
ones would snarl and try to fight,

The sticks
and clubs would be their last sight,

Those that
gave up in utter despair,

Were also
clubbed right then and there,

The circle
tightened as the men closed in,

There was no
hope for the foxes within,

Closer,
closer, with enemies all around,

The
remaining foxes simply lay down,

The center
of the circle became their end,

Pummeled
with clubs by children and men,

(To be
Continued)

The Center of the Circle (Part 3)

What did all
this have to do with me?

Was there
some kind of vision I needed to see?

There was
one more dream, a warning I guess,

For this
dream caused me much stress,

Patterns
repeated in dreams before,

Gave me a
look at what was in store,

Unrecognizable shapes, I couldn’t see their
faces,

But they
were waiting in predetermined spaces,

My dream
wasn’t clear about who or when,

But I could
feel the trap closing in,

I had
learned lessons from watching the past,

If I had a
chance, I had to act fast,

Running to
freedom might not be the cure,

But in the
center death would be sure,

In a state
of panic what a scene it could be,

Fighting
each other rather than the enemy,

From my
dreams I knew I could not appease,

The circle
would tighten, all life would cease,

If I acted
now I had one slim chance,

To escape
and stir others from their trance,

That’s when
I woke from this nightmare,

And
considered what was and wasn’t there,

The center
of the circle is with us now,

They’re relentlessly pushing us inward somehow,

Climate changes, terrible storms, nowhere to turn,

Inward we go, the truth to discern,

They’ve watched our patterns and learned so well,

They’re waiting for the right moment, only time will tell.

 

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