Survivor’s Creed … the souls beyond despondency hollowed to Hell’s Standard that causes a collapse of function into temporary oblivion to re-boot, re-ignite, replenish the will… … the echoes of ethereal laughter bound along the emptied space of phantom halls; footfalls dance and skitter across recycled time, inconsequential in face of imagination and mind; […]
Dun Day I sat upon an Autumn day, where brown envelops green and thought on clouds, both white and grey that reflected then my dreams. But answers, still elusive, swayed in secret through my mind, with hollow sound in echoes played to cast a beat behind. So stranded then, in mottled glar ‘neath […]
Time’s Insidious Dreams Tick…tock… Bump… bump… I touch the walls to feel them stretch and give. I sense the muffled sounds, the rhythmic thump, thump, around, all around. Here I am. Now I am…able…to hear. Tick…tock… To sway. To stumble. To fall. Not far. Tenaciously tearing at cushions. Calling for more. Shouting no. […]
The Mystic’s Recollection By Fionn’s table, the Traveller sat In dreams, though not his own To gaze below on a tortured land Of brick and barn and bone, Where he thought sad thoughts, It was all he had, A burden carried sore That anchored deep The days passed by When afflicted cried ‘no more’. […]
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