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Spiral
Soft hills of softer moss roll into evermore. No beasts, trees, teeming seas, just we and eternity. He waits for some something. I yearn to explore. Step and search. Step and search. Spiral further away from he content to sit in his tranquil nowhere. Spiral. Search. Spiral. Search. Wander to a well in the heart of this green spell. What secrets lies beyond it or within?

Awake
A stampede of boys. A scatter of toys. The world is chaos cast. When worst is past, trip through wreckage of what were once my rooms. There, hunched in the gloom, an unadorned son with script scratched into his back. His eyes are a haze like far off horizons, overcast, laden with dusk. In silence we sit on each end of life, discerning the dreams that we are. Some comfort is found in our stretch of no sound, awake to each others memoir.

Shining
She says goodbye to the beasts in her mind and flays away the rags. Bare as the sun from the white pines she comes, falls into a sea of red flags. No eyes cast sight on the naked and bright shape of her soft, silent dance. I see the glimmer of her raw ghostly figure as it breezes my way by sheer chance. She whirls along to some intrinsic song only meant for the fresh and the free. Swiftly discover I desperately love her. Wish that her shining was me.

A morbidly beautiful experience last night.

I am right but left for shadow. There shines no comfort from the moon. There spills no softness from the stars. But from the swell of the abyss his voice sings my most secret songs. Suddenly, the severed belongs, is soothed, stitched, deliciously shaped into a panther, shapeshifter starved for souls. We are power and poetry wrapped in realms of unlit lust. We hunger. We hunt. We feast on the bitter essence behind bones unrefined. We are one.