from xolox - Tuesday, January 04, 2005
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in the house of my mind:
There is a crowd.
And they have always been around.
It's been a long time, since there was room to run in these halls.
Since the heat of the sun... in these halls.
The clutter all now cradled in spidernet, smells like dust and settle.
As if to test you this enviroment is always hostile, every surface a sharp one.
...Every journey a harsh one.
Shards of dreams litter the thoughtscape, and break like pottery under foot.
Every step you take, can tear open a scar, break open a wound. Unravel you.
Even your thoughts toneless echo, can ring with vibrations that sing like a bell.
Startling a dosing shadow, who sniggers to his nearby neighbour,
who'se throatless rattle induces a chorus of memory.
Induces a torrent of memory.
...Inevitable incumbent silence...
...And then a slithering...
It would be Autum here, if there were trees. And white...
Winter, for the moisture to snow.
There have been known to be storms here... If the wind can be found to blow.