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Autumn Leaves
volume 6 number 7
Autumn Leaves volume 6 number 7 |
Deep within my pragmatic mind.
Armistice I try
to find.
Strange as it may seem,
I am hindered upon this scheme.
Dawn is taking light.
Dark is in the night.
I take it deeper,
deeper still.
Hoping the climax will fulfill.
The
hinders of my deepest thoughts.
The nightmare that creates the
dark.
Salutary is the dream,
as wraiths hover in the cathedral of my
mind.
Incognito,
I do arise,
to shape a shape of many sides.
I lay upon a distant
shore,
not far from a reservoir.
Hinterland they call it
now.
Beckons me to submerse.
Think of waters everywhere.
Deep within,
I do not despair.
Deeper,
deeper,
even more.
The dawn is knocking at the shore.
In my
pragmatic mind.
I still the dream I long to find.
Testing the waters
edge,
submerging deep into its threads.
Deeper,
deeper I whirl in.
The nightmare has just begun.
Still
I am not afraid.
Fakir is benevolent in his trade.
For he seeks to
conquer the wraiths that torture me.
Where I find no peace.
I start to
see the dawn again,
right above the water.
I am in.
I open to the dawning
light,
to find I had the gumption all the time.
To defeat
thy wraiths in my dreams.
To overcome the fears,
I could not see.
To see the light in the night.
To
drive the dragons from my mind.
So until we meet again.
Begone my
fears,
my foes,
my friends.
