Tag: poetry
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head trip
Your field of vision has a floater in it. You can’t tell if it’s a particle of dust or if it’s an amoeba, but it’s lingering there, growing in size, obscuring your sight. You clearly see the edge of the abyss, an opalescent smoldering as the world shrivels away. Suddenly, you are abstraction. A fluid-like…
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dragons
I heard that there wereDragons in your dreamlandAnd some ships upon your shoreWhich were rigged for an adventureSet for anything in store A light shone from your windowPreparing skull and boneFor a jaunt across an oceanFor a wander from your home I know you knewNot what would comeA serpent, slug or eelAll that really matteredWas…