Day 1099, stairs up.

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A corridor leads

to stairs up

dimly lit

by ancient, incandescent

its filaments

humming

counting down, to their end.

Rushed by the cadence

I feel my way

up

eyes closed

foreseeing the darkness

escaping  time

ending.

Nochrisis

Day 1095, workplace.

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Harsh light comes from outside

leaving the darkness in corners.

My workspace is well lit,

I have the time for this

just have to get the tools.

Day 1082, Cold mountains.

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Life, thinly spread out in the valleys of white mountains and dark soil.

The loneliness here is in its nature close when the silence takes you.

And the cold coming from the mountains gives you a harsh calm.

Nochrisis

Day 1071, unanswered question.

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At night, dark moods like figures wake

to pull me in, it’s silent, I fall, overcome.

Reality dances, holds close my delirium, makes me feel the chorus.  

My eyes open and close to fall and wake together engulfing.

The pull overwhelms, getting stronger, the darkness dark.

My eyes open, awake, an echo drags shadows, my being afraid.

What is it that just haunted? Asks my wakening mind.

An abstract creation or a representation of nothing…ness?

Nochrisis

Day 682, Hunted at night.

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Sometimes the night takes you.

On a hunt in clouded pasts.

Your eyes are turned inwards.

Tearing in time.

Assaulting your memory.

Your memory is a shadow.

We can’t see the cause.

We see only its replacement.

The self that we want.

What we want.

A past that serves.

A future that fits.

A future that in turn.

Will also be hunted.

Hunted at night.

 

 

 

 

 

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