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Created on: April 05, 2009 Last Updated: April 21, 2009
"Forgotten Knowledge"
Imperfect mirrors of an imperfect world
The puddles right after the rain storm
Vibratory ripples from the passing cars
An oily sheen makes a rainbow form.
Each gathering of water is a world all its own
Inside which countless strange creatures breed
When you gaze down at the puddle by your feet
You glimpse at their hunger and need.
Unlike your mirror at home, protected with silver
From which the monstrosities cannot pass over.
Through freshly made puddles with fractured reflections
Is played a mystical, deadly Red Rover.
Water is a conduit and reflections are power
Each puddle both gateway and trap
They were here long ago, those Things in the water
And they desperately want to come back.
The lights of the city reflect off the surface
Giving no hint of the dangers within
But your mother did tell you to not jump in puddles
The creatures will drag you right in.
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