When the Subconscious Talks...A Poem by L0v3craftA surreal thing juxtaposing into position like a brass band marching towards me every dream and shatters the core of my very upbringing.There it was In the back of my head It’s gone now, Something sinister it said Way below the crack of my spine Where turtle shells float above empty blue skies.
Terrified of my dreaming call I shattered against the breath of fall. Inching deeper in the wild white sands Of clustered shadows deeming only my command.
I robe myself against the veil of vacant sorrow Knowing only what vague, shrewd dreams bring tomorrow. Simple questions remain unanswered by the string of tempered streams Washing up along the empty shores of uninspired dead queens. © 2012 L0v3craftAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorL0v3craftNPR, FLAbout"I embrace my desire to feel the rhythm, to feel connected enough to step aside and weep like a widow to feel inspired, to fathom the power, to witness the beauty, to bathe in the fountain, .. more..Writing
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