frightened by dust and echoes
paranoia settling beneath silky smooth
skin
these memory
foam impressions I had
just ideas that reoccurred
as apparitions on the edge of my eye
opening the head with a
pickaxe like tool
sometimes right through the socket
I tried to run away from them
but their smoke followed
as I exhaled white ghosts
flying with me past
lampposts
yellowing the blackness in this lighting age
sacrilege!
disfigurement!
disease! oh sickening thoughts!
life broken down
to her core
isn’t worth it to a dead man camera
angles falling
shaking at the gun
pointed downwards to him
images like this
flashing bulb
light house memories
warnings of steep tragedy and rocky
shallow reefer
ahh
I know
I’m getting ridiculously closer to
victory
but further from the trail
losing track of time
the path is
slipping away
till I cant find you anymore
and I’ve nothing to answer
or say to you anyways
sweet mirror
balled face
forgetting I’ll never be free of
you dear vibrating
echoing memory of this place
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