the apparition's response
is always the same
the young child bestowed upon the island of demons
you come to kill
you with your fine, youthful skin
in the yoyo
god toys with
it seems we're drowning
pulled up, stuck; we shake, shiver
golden eyes
reflected in the edge of the water
the sun, a liar
in the center
streams of light leak through
and we take them
and throw them out
the ripples sing
the voice reverberating
from the island of demons