I
In my hallucination
I hear a call travel the bank of distant rivers
A call chopped into the bars of ancient recitals
In a rush then a hush
I clasp a swaying cloak fading into nothingness.
II
As I pick up my scattering dreams
I hear it yet again
A call threaded with daring urgency
As I motion to receive offering
Numb and clueless behind the hazel cloud
III
In pale transitions
My rib cage squeak with agonizing pain
As I recollect my steps lost to a howling storm
Like an etherized patient locked in deep gloom
I sink beneath the hollow light
As I swear heaven I see
IV
Still caught in the drowsiness
I behold an ageless twilight dividing the two cores of life
As I ruffled and stretched lightly
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Prolific... A memory painted with words that strength to be visualized from your angle.