Originally posted on Rebel Voice:
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.…
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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