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A Promontory Illusion

The dream: I stroll my house to a promontory
I stare out of the limitless, restless ocean
stepping ahead, dived into the ravenous water
something white was on the beach today
I dug up many bones entrenched in the sand.

Whispers became harsher
to sever and wreck their nasty spirits
as he greeted his eternal partners
there was a swarm of slain people
they shut an ailing slayer in the vortex of hate.

Written: November 07, 2022

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Bill Baker November 8, 2022 at 7:59 AM Fantastic picture, conjures up many thoughts of creation, the miraculous creation! Your second verse opens up and provokes my mind to think of mysterious sources of nasty spirits and the vortex of hate. Intriguing thoughts, Lasaad. Your poetry makes me think, and I think that is good. :-) Bill