Category: Prose
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Dream: The Midnight Sun
Of the many a vibrant and shifting scene, ‘Tis one that remains long after the dream. For even as the warming day does begin, Still my thoughts turn back to deep within, To the black of the Midnight Sun For while pondering symbols in the deepest of night, Wondering when Morpheus would drop my sight,…
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The Mirror
This afternoon I “fell into the pit”. Instead of allowing my darkening thoughts to spiral me into further depression, I used Twitter as an escape vent and directed the self-hatred there. I surprised myself with being able to rhyme so neatly on my feet.
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Dream: To See
My dear companion, open your eyes. Come see, come see, we are near our destination. Yes, I have stopped the camels. Yes, it is before the dawn. Yes, the air is cold. But now is the time to see. Here, wear my robe. I feel no chill. Here, wear my sandals. I would walk on…
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Prose: Because I Had Dared To Go
Full of coffee, empty of waking I hear in echo a longing Half ‘membered voice touches within “Come, it’s time to go, to go. Come, it’s time to go.”
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Prose: Full Moon in Pisces, a fading photo
I followed the footsteps of the camels. Trod carefully in the midst of nowhere. She walked beside. I held her harp stringed with arrows. Her language was without vain intellect. Her words watered within. She led me away from the midnight river. Twixt the towers, the mountains, and the dogs. The jackal watched with approval.…