Ave, peoples,

I haven’t much to say; the poem will speak for itself today.

Dithers progressed from uselessness

To something’s haunting

Splinters lodged in the world

Attempting to remind you

With subtle hints and focus-shattering tidbits

Pictures and personas split

Crossing over, these things you were meant to forget

Or, at least, that’s what she told you

In the library, they left a clue

In a book, something they drew

A granite picture, of someone you knew

And it scares you

Planting things you recall

From a time and place beyond these walls

In the twisted place,

Speaking without audible sound

The Dithers know,

Travelers between the haze and labyrinthine maze

Where you are from and why you are here

The damage done and the saltwater tears

…

~ TEW