Henry Fuseli
Second Sight
–
my Oldest Dream
Remembering
Hauntingly
I as a Child
In my Boy Hood Home
Hear a Thing That’s Crying
In the Bath Tub Down the Hall
I am Frozen
Filled With Dread
but I Must Know
I Must Go a Head
So I Pull a Side the Sheet
to Find
a Baby Balling
Through Blue Eyes
Looking Up At me
It’s Head Was Detached you See
Laying At Its Feet
It Was Accusing
Like I Had Done This Despicable Deed
Many Years Later
That Scene Would Become Reality
Disturbingly
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