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Thursday, May 21, 2015

A Disfigured Persona with Vivid Streams

A certain age once lived before, where
ignorance fueled what was
left behind.

Ridden paths travelled where
love was forbidden and
silences fed the sun’s cause of being

Do you sense my repression?

***
Oh trumpet watchman!
Sound waves of truth!

Drown paranoia’s weakness into
eternal’s crescendo!

Dry scarred souls and
rotate ripples of blood through
a dark crevice past!

Make everything capability inherited!

Make nothing is lost or forgotten!


















First appeared in Bewildering Stories, Issue 657 (http://www.bewilderingstories.com/issue657/index.html)

©Andrea Laws (Author) May 29th, 2015