Wear the droplets of dew
like a quilt, as you ponder
along the individual cracks
in the cement, letting
each fond memory tug at your
pant legs while your pace
matches the tempo
..of the urban heartbeat.
The milky sunlight pervades
your consciousness as you
slowly start sinking through
the earthen barrier. Stir
the pot and let the steamy
whisps of memory repose themselves
across your face, erecting
each individual hair on end..
awaiting the epiphany..
..of dream-shattering magnitude.
Immerse yourself in the
hugging caress of the mildewy
winds as the shadows lose
themselves around you. The vault
twisted into consciousness, locking
you into the marine void, drenching
you in the oily residue of
past mistakes, christening you
the son of time.
Pick the slimy shell from
your memories and gently meet
the carcass with your lips.
Drink the fluids of understanding.
Let the aurora borealis stop
blinding you as you..
shield your eyes from it pearly lance.
The skeleton key now rests
among the coral. Paint a red x
across the door and leave it
submerged in filth and cobwebs.
Look forward only.
Do not lose yourself in the gleaming
promises of what could have been.
Dive into the open-armed depths of what
will be.
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