Do I cry. A tear in someone else's eye. Small fish fry. Do I die. #Rest in some one else's dream. Small child pry. Curious cat.
Look under the mat. Small voice beseech. Beyond my reach. Simple grasp. Rusting hasp. Locked door. Soul furore. Harp trap. A swift slap awake.
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#Resilience was replaced by screams as fire licked thier legs. A burning. A cheering. A charred stone dawn to follow, and with the sun came a different warmth, a kindling of desire. For revenge.
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Yearn for #release.
Close the creaking door.
The rotting timber floor.
The cursed golden fleece.
The fairy ring no more.
No dance in sunrise hoar.
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A crumpled #vixen at the side of the road.
Eyes dull and cold.
Reflect a future it cannot see.
Cubs pine in hollow tree.
Driving by I cast a glance.
On my way to some romance.
Or not perchance.
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Seizing a #moment is not as easy as first thought. That slippery void between action and inaction. An iteration between mirrors of the mind. Travel down bending corridors of meditation to creep up on oneself.
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The morra,
Another #day,
Among rotting piles like frosted hay.
I dive within.
A warm stench of steaming corpses.
Comfort me dead eyes.
Poison kiss.
A liar's wet hiss.
Trail into my ears.
Play on my fears.
Chiding sneers.
The crowd jeers.
A noose appears.
The forever drop.
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Musing about my #country within, where I barely take a step. A wild wood with dark places to steer clear of and distant moutains where dreams lie. Then the grasslands where I might not be alone. I might venture in during the day but at night I hide in sleep.
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Not so much a #fall but a series of stomach lurching drops. A descent into a dark dreamstate and, now, at the bottom of their mind, dare they open their inner eyes to look and see. The feeling of swirling predatory perception close by. Eyes upon.
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It starts. The #rain in the woodland. Dripping from leaf to leaf. Infinity soon to be taping on my head. The birds, silent. Rabbits hide beneath my feet. Insects watching, invisible. Shall I run for home or stay a little longer. Sing a soft song for my mother long gone.
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Ah'ten shon.
Look at me.
You'll see.
Shine your gaze on me.
Hun, my world spun.
Stand at eze,
Puhleeze.
Verbal breeze.
Let it out, shout.
Any ol clout.
It's all about.
Nowt.
Signed. Truly.
Yours unruly.
Yank up the pulley.
Old stuff.
Dinae fluff.
Old hen.
I have been cursed with #perspicacity. A particularly cruel tool of mind. It stirs a vortext of internal suffering. Those I meet, even fleetingly, are unveiled. Their machinations assault me. A storm at sea as I wait on the high cliff for my ship. My three of wands
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