the baleful primal

they administered queer liquid into my bloodstream
while I slept, empty bottles littering the bedside.
I only awake at three in the morning, every morning,
while the hospital is quiet. I am alone.
but I am not alone.
the Being has been visiting me. I don't know how long,
but there They are whenever I open my eyes.
They ask me about my dreams, of the things I heard
while I was asleep - but not unconscious.
thirteen minutes is all we get, but it's usually enough.
not this time.
He has come.