Within the Velvet Gloaming, the Dream is a Nightmare where Whispers Scream…

Wrapped in a blanket of fog

The pale glow of the lamp post

So lonely yet not alone

one mirror …

one self…

The unseen path

along

a body of water

True Terror Dreams of the Upside Down Perception
A Reflection of Bones and Flesh Below
In Sleep the Shadow Wakes
One Eye On The Streetlamp
An Ephemeral Gaze
The Hands From Above
The Lingering Cloud of Velvet Fingerprints
A Peace Offering
To Be a Goose or a Simple Fool
What I Chase and What I Can Not Face
An Ambush of All that is Completely Known Yet Intangible
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Ephemeral Letters to a Time, Existing in a Perpetual Reality of Bliss