This Cruel Dream

Uncertain

Sometimes I think all I need is this cruel thing
how it planted itself deep in my dreams and grew.
The seeds of uncertain doubt we share are
trembling little rattle snakes that warn us
to keep our distance. I don't know why,
for some reason we look at these animals
as they plead us to leave them be.
We could dispatch of them quickly, shatting their life.
But the lasting impression this would leave
is so many times worse than just walking away
and forgetting they were ever there.
This territory of theirs is not something
that we should ever want to claim, my dear.
The land before us is no less endless enough without it.
Especially we know it is the flowers from these plants
that we should embrace together.