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As I have
As I was
As I am still
I moved through it
Bringing the scars with me
I pushed beyond it
And found nothing there
Just me
That nothing
What’s left of what used to be
All I have
All I was
All I am still
Things around me pulse with the rhythm of breathing things
And I pulse with them
A foreign breath, a weary traveler, pushes itself into my lungs where it finds little rest between words
I click my tongue as I hold it in tight, trying to find empathy with what that breath has touched before… Continue

He held dreams once and held them once more
Those dreams…
…those pure dreams…
…they never stay…
…always having to leave
Dark things come…
…they’re always pushing in…
…and bringing with them…
…plague
Clouds color from bright to black, leaving rot under shadowed cover
The sleeping worlds move cold as cold worlds push in
It darkens them still
Keep them still
Leave them lost
They are so lost
As they stay, plague and taint, they build under pressure without release
From out and in, dark pushes agains… Continue

…and he dreamed…
…he dreamed of the dark…
…that empty…
…shadow on shallow…
…with nothing beneath…
…there it is…
…lying in dirt…
…still sleeping…
…sleeping still…
…sleep…
…still…