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There at the back 
of my mind like an elusive form…
Out of focus a blur in my inner reality 
never dreamt in nightmares 
waiting to be born.

It evades my light 
from my thoughts, from my inner sight…
It scratches at the edge of my spine, 
a coming doom, a world-ending revelation, 
that haunts my waking life.

Dreams like nightmares still born 
in the afterbirth of my fears. 
Unknown or unfelt but linger on, 
Haunting my consecrated grounds…
like images in a flash of light,
high on psychoactive compounds.

But all in memory or in my deepest illusions…
Dwell, these shells of ghosts in my history, 
in my vision, in my being, my foundation of soul.

There it sites staring back at me, daring me 
its eyes, like lost visions…
Can’t focus or remember anything. 
Only twin points of crimson fire reeking
smoke from sanity… 
drifts through my mind…
mingles with my waking realities.

Each a different page
in a book I try to read. 

It lingers like a stifling aroma!
Of some unknown embryonic blooms
I scratch the thing 
at the back of my mind, 
its shimmers a black Aura…
and I scream inwardly to stifle the fears,
That linger like wraiths from dying nightmares.

It haunts my waking world
it colors my thoughts my feelings.

I can’t place a finger upon this pulse,
the unknown something 
That may come or something has begun  
and can not be understood
or undone… 
As doom hangs in the corner of my inner mind  
like suits eaten by moths of memories
skins of dead beings, 
things or people
linger like shadows upon my soul.

Wreckage from a lost world.
No matter how hard l try 
I can’t deviate I can only lie 
awake at night
and read to drift back in 
to the wastelands of dreams…

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