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Iris-crested wormhole
for endless melted eons I've drifted through ether sap green and lavender nebulas altairs of amber plasma indigo pulsing densities and for the endless melted eons all I could perceive was the cold void blackness in between the hues not knowing what birthed me yet never home 'till on one bleak melted eon an iris-crested wormhole swallowed me whole and suddenly all the timespace just ceased to be for in the most alien desolate nucleus hypnotically splitting into shiny multidimensions I have found myself I have finally came home.
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Lullaby 1 - Dream Stalker's secret Appearances
'The Dream Stalker appears out of shades, he comes in twilight, waits in your daydream.' A world, a mountain, at the same time a city. The masonry slowly grew up as a huge plant, crisscrossed with rooms and technology, a city, yes, bizarre and yet the nest of diversity. It was night all the time. Above, one looked into the vastness between many worlds, all colors shimmering from the mysteries out there. An unexplored beauty. There was no more natural light here. But the upper levels of the city-world 'Lullaby' obscured even the view. At the bottom: A young man in elegant robes strode down a dirty, wet street. People lingered at its edges. Haze, mist and spicy smoke were in the air. People were drinking, making conversation in hushed tones, or 'spouting' rumors. Mendacious gossip as passengers of musty ships emerged from the mouths of the heedless, their breath inflating the sails - their journey led in every direction. The young man was lost in daydreaming. He was a
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Ochre
His world was ochre
stained by his father’s hands
and dreams of horses
trampled underfoot.
Sometimes he woke up
bruised, tendrils of words
sliding off his bedding
onto the damp floors
and his head waging
the wars of forty long years.
He thrived on chaos
old newspapers
and the sound sparks made
in the wires,
crackling as they faded
into the pavement.
And he would pray,
the vowels slipping
under his teeth and tongue
Longing to sell his soul
and taste
the pale, pale life of the moon.
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Also, my next semester starts tomorrow... which means I won't be able to update regularly anymore .__.
(Or even play regularly. Regular as in... five hours a day >_>)
, and for those nice comments - it's people like you that keep me going! Also, my next semester starts tomorrow... which means I won't be able to update regularly anymore .__.
(Or even play regularly. Regular as in... five hours a day >_>)
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