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In Trance
It feels so deep,
enchanted sleep.
A haunting spirit.
Eyes to weep.
With trembling hand
stretched forth to feel,
yet nothing felt.
Five hearts of steel.
Creep closer, closer,
closing in.
In staggered breath
as night begins.
Where mystic songs
will have their way.
Hypnotic rhythm,
come what may.
No presence here.
No ties abound.
...Friday 15th March 2024 1:15 am
POSSESS
There's a yellow sheet I see creases imperfect
Although I'm not perfect
The creases are a defect
It's a continuous cycle of the creases being straightened
Rather relocated and it's making me restless agitated
To tame one's impulses I zone into a trance.. I choose one crease and it's almost as if I'm shrinking...
The fold in the blanket becomes a corner
I hear vo...
Thursday 12th August 2021 4:59 pm
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