Hypnostone (poem)

Hypnostone
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I found a thing while prospecting,
Was not sure it was mine to take.
But I truly had to have it,
Now it keeps me awake.
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I put the curio on my bookshelf.
For every day to see.
But the more I look at it,
The more it looks at me.
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I see it pulse and shimmer,
With psychedelic light,
But it's powered by something sinister,
And fuelled by the night.
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I drop a cloth over the thing,
The rock I now despise.
But I see its stony smile,
Whenever I close my eyes.
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I sell it to a dealer,
A proprietor of bric-a-brac,
But he returns ill & shaken,
The dealer brought it back.
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I'm soon invited to his funeral,
An open casket affair,
But I did not know him very well,
And frankly I couldn't care.
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I take the effigy to a bridge,
And throw it away myself,
But it kills a gull as it falls away.
I go home - it's on my shelf.
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I dream of damn-ned creatures,
Lines of shuffling human frames,
But I never see their faces,
Wretches with no names.
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I recoil as one draws near,
Whispering warnings in a hiss …
But I force and will myself awake,
I have no time for this.
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I decide to attend the funeral,
I go there to be kind,
But I hide the idol in the coffin,
To ease my state of mind.
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I feel free of the terrible burden,
I can finally move on,
But I double check the bookshelf,
Yes, I'm sure that it's gone.
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I think of the poor bric-a-brac man,
Was it all real, I wonder?
But time to forget the evil rock,
My troubles are six foot under.
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I sleep dreaming of the dealer,
After drinking whisky alone,
But I wake up in his coffin,
Holding the Hypnostone.
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You found a thing while prospecting,
Weren't sure it was yours to take.
But you truly had to have it,
Now it keeps you awake.
.
You hold the mesmerising idol,
A slave to the hypnotic hell,
But when sleep comes it comes not alone,
And soon you'll have a tale to tell.
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You recoil from my story,
While contemplating schemes,
But I'm one of the nameless faceless,
That populate your dreams.
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I have words that can save you,
So you can halt your grim destiny ...
But you force and will yourself awake,
Now you’re doomed to walk with me.
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