I left the school behind I am truant, deviant An outcast soul
I walked along the shoreline
Crawling through the Water Not the shore of land, But the shore beneath the waves
I came upon the Question Child
He asked me many things “Why?” “How?” “Who?” “Are you?” I didn’t know He asked He asked He asked again I didn’t know, I couldn’t know In great frustration he stole from me: My Words
With that I struck him down
Placed his soul in a cave I stabbed him A rubber spear “You wanted to know how a real man dies? This is how a real man dies!” He shuddered Fear He started to cry out So I showed him the Blue Book Silencing him forever II.
In solitude I walk Crawling, swimming No one can follow When I travel in the Water The Others know not of such things
Between the boulders I found Scorpion
He was Blue indeed I feared him, I cowered I knew he was the Fiend But he bore no enmity Not for me He didn’t ask me questions No “Why?” No “How?” No “Who?” He knew who I really was
And despite the lies he told me
I saw the Truth inside him We parted friends Scorpion Blue and I For in Truth he was Scorpio The Bluest of them all III.
I walked the lake content
Until I remembered: Truth This lake was built of tears The land, stolen The beaches, defaced Maimed Raped Desecrated
The lake did not belong to me
Its caretakers lay dead My father killed them all I wept White tears I wept Blue tears The world can never be restored Never
Now I walk with company:
Agony and Misery I reached the halfway stone And looked back across the lake I saw the trail back to Life, to Truth Learning beckoned to me: “You’re not finished” “You’re not finished” And with weary heart I complied: “I am Blue I will return.”
I gazed once upon the other half
The half that must escape me Cascades Waterfalls Sparkling Perfection Beauty Paradise is unobtainable IV.
I walked back across the Water
The bridge of stone concealed in ripples I halted on that narrow path To raise my arms to the Sky I deepened the Water with my tears
I knew the Others would ask me questions:
“Why?” “How?” “Who?” “Are you Him?” “The True?” But my heart held only Apathy The indifference of Shame I cannot answer their questions For the Truth is never believed When sought by an empty heart