Stream of consiousness

I follow his words nowhere
the world not the world
but the dream, the dream
to not fear
to find, to know beyond time
here ~ within this mindscape
his stream of consciousness
I walk alone
he is my guide

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Hidden away

Folded feelings stowed in musty closets.

nighttime sounds: an owl in a tree, wind rustling the remaining leaves gnarly branches, black against the moon the sweetest dreams, taking residence in my heart you & I an impossible possibility the sheets will not reveal my secrets

In silence

never would there evermore a song upon a breeze for music has forsaken us went lost among the trees now darkness has surrounded us and vanquished all the light in silence now we just await the visitor in the night

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