In my dream, I yell into the void and the void yells back, echos and fades. Each reverberation less distinct than the last. In my dream, we are carbon copies trapped in an infinite regression to some dull mean. In… Continue Reading →
Things blur out at a distanceBecome muted and indiscernibleMy heart yearnsBound up like a tight springLeaden bonds of my own makingStrains and Strain againTo break the bondsRusted hedges againstChildhood fears real or imaginedThese bonds must be brokenTo avoid sharp rocks… Continue Reading →
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