Silver pulse of
Moonlight.
Phantoms and
poltergeists:
I summon, when
Dreams no longer satisfy and
Words have lost their coherence.
The air is dense with unspoken
Thoughts - corpses of
Yesterdays lurk
In the slime of the present;
Empty eye-sockets staring,
Judging.
But alone, in
Amaranthine obscenities, I
Am home.
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