Here I Am

I have great fatigue today.  I think of things in dreams.  They can be torturous.  I just receive the threats my way, quietly.  Hopefully, I will sleep well tonight.  There are treacherous schemes and dreams in the vicinity.  Maybe they are just kingdoms that will not be.  I defend the tower and love the greyhounds, who run the messages between outposts, and the dobermans who protect.  I am here to say that you all have missed the ball, and now domestic animals are dedicating themselves to outer purposes.  Speaking to the dogs on the street, they are full of brilliance and comedy.  People mistake their kindness for blindness.  Many of them just quietly rebuke their "owners."  They are brilliant at Wiccan witchery, and play you all, all the time.  People need to stay, at bay.  The clowns of relevance are in the vicinity.  Many times you do not believe or comprehend.  Danger is in that silent stranger, and you will continue to be arrogant in their presence as you pass by.  You know not the drawing board or the games.  They relish in your public failure, especially if their deceit brought it to be.  I am here, and I just run my pale fingers across the keyboard.  I live today, but the forces of evil dance to my possible death at the hands of the psychiatric and unholy.  I just hold my cues to being the perfect being around them, but I very much know the reason why my lungs fill with fluid.  It is absurd, but no one will challenge the realities, thus making it as a reality for them later.  I no longer do this for anyone else, I just plod along a day at a time.  I guess I was never worth anything, and was never precious at all.  Well I will just continue to be Buddhist and I just notice what is in my land of being.  No agency, law enforcement entity, doctor, politician, or financial entity will take on the reality.  Oh well.  I am here writing anyway, thus if I cease to be at their hands, there will at lease be a trail and no one will escape prosecution.