Fragments Of A Nightmare
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These ghost-white traces
Of yesterday's failures seep
Through my consciousness.
These eyes have perceived all things
Between moon & star.
These dry bones glow like sorrow
Under plagued moonlight.
These eyes burn through flesh pink dreams
Like needles. These leaves
Of rusted gold and blood red
Are Time's sacrifice.
Yet these eyes bother me most.
Could it be these eyes
Judge the living and the dead?
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