16 Dec 2006

In the dreaming, fire lit all my whispers, leaves of light scattering.

In the dreaming, night crept into my voice, till I spoke only moonlight.

In the dreaming, I tasted the void of space, like ice ground into nothing.

In the dreaming, I sliced open the belly of the sun, the glowing blood.

In the dreaming, hands all joined in an unknown spell, and rainfall.

In the dreaming, vision crossed into myth, and believed for a moment.

In the dreaming, death stood over me my whole life, watching, winking.

posted by John H. Doe @ 12:01 am

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