Based on my nightmare 3/22/2018
There is a brown bear living inside my head, the weight of its might sends my muscles into flight,
a terror as terrestrial as the animal seizes all activity, I am running, no other part of me exists,
just fear to make it out, one piece of flesh, I am just a piece coalesced in an aim to move up up up the tree where
the trunk meets the branches, where the leaves kiss the wood, there far above the terrors of the forest,
fear drips, mist hanging on to the veins of the foliage clinging on from the great storm,
that sent the bear charging, like a ghost from the past...