The price you pay

of all the things you fear
do not ever call its name
while standing in a dream’s dream
be it by day, noon or night

this is for your gear
to stir itself and claim
knowing that which is plated halt
can raise feet to make them light.

So when you scream, share
the suffering and the blame
do not trespass to death
what should have won a fight

so don’t use cowries, that’s lame
use what you owe to what pays

Ruddapoet