So then,
The double walked away from me
Saying, I sell dreams;
Are you sure I am the double
and not you?

And before I could reply
A little lizard from the stars
Came slithering towards
The dream that I was hoping
This double would be,
To scare it away as it would me.

They remained;
The double and the lizard.
And, together, fed on me.
Little by fearsome little
Till all that was left of me
Was a feeble fight
And the memory of a phobia.

Octoebr 24, 2006