Meditations on MaturationI feel at once the laughing stock, The one alone who must remain To hear the ticking of that dreadful clock.Meditations on Maturation
The leprous one amongst the flock Though I'm the one who most abstains, I feel at once the laughing stock.
Dreams are a seawall shaped of chalk. Thunder, waves approach, all must deign To hear the ticking of that dreadful clock.
Drowned markets shake the beds of rock. Trapped below corporate gods ill reign I feel at once the lagging stock.
Worse still, mortal limits will mock. What is value to one so swiftly slain? I hear the
Of Millers and MonitorsThe ghosts are leaving Lancaster, There's no where left to hide. They can't escape; it does not blink, The ever watching eye.Of Millers and Monitors
The streets once filled with spectral orbs, Are empty, but instead, Stand blackened orbs on street lamp poles, Which scare away the dead.
The ghosts would always hide from film,
Or, at least they would try, But now the streets filmed constantly, And watched by th
090909 Wind. I feel wind rushing across my body. I see… nothing. The entirety of this moment is a rushing sensation and a void. Somehow I can sense that I am descending into the all too familiar alienation of a dream.090909
The darkness parts slowly, the sensation grows clearer, and a muted simulacrum of sound floods my ears. I am flying, held tight to the back of some giant Eagle Owl by a force neither felt nor seen.
As I write this I wonder how the hell I could have known at the time what an E
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