45. the nagual.

I was talking to myself,
one time,
and someone else answered.

A voice said –
do you want to know a secret?
– well,
I watched you as you slept,
and though you and I
are one,
I am unknown to you still.
I am the other, the nagual,
and when you sleep,
I awake, sometimes,
and go walkabout
here or there,
down the street,
or to the ends of the universe
and beyond,
and you never knew.

Well, you know it now.

And so,
and bit by bit,
in the wee stony gap
between reality & madness,
acceptance has taken root,
and one day soon
I will follow where he goes,
and maybe we will return
and maybe not.