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NEAR CONCIOUSNESS
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NEAR CONCIOUSNESS I sharpen my perception to discern the echoes of your voice still reverberating on the walls, empty after so many years of absence. Lying in bed, my dreams hover above my head like birds of prey hesitant to descend upon their victim before it is completely motionless. My drowsy hand has developed the futile habit of waving them away. You appear there, hazy, transparent, your back turned towards me, your glowing eyes starring at me through the back of your skull, green, shearing, cold. The moonlight spills from the window encrusting your still figure, outlining your silence on the floor. I imagine walking on it to touch you but it feels like frozen marble. The birds stick their claws in my chest, tear my inner organs. Behind your silhouette they eat at me, a welcome transmutation of flesh into another flesh. You always saw a murderer in me, I always see sweet Isis in you. Sleep, a failed attempt at not being, creeps into me through my toes numbing the limbs, blurring the vision, your image turning into a hole of darkness through a solid, impenetrable vacuum. Sleep that wakes me with a startling howl. With my first morning glass of wine you will again try to convince me you are not there; I will disbelieve. Against your will, I will recreate you from my torn organs, my blinded eyes, from sounds stuck in dusty corners, from morning dew gently seeping though the crack under the door, from the dreams I dread to reckon, from the words we had never said. You will remind me again of how your thought alone created me so that someone would be locked into always perceiving you and how I dissolved your fragile image. You saw a murderer in me, I still do see Isis in you. copyright 2007 by interested13563  |
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8/7/2007 7:02 pm |
incredible... you give me phrase envy... Not all who wander are lost.
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A memory made into a nightmare. Life, death, and then rebirth. blog on!
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