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Posted by FAINOMENON on October 23, 2013 at 8:00 AM

As I look outside, my window clutters

from the charge of mighty steeds,

echoes of thunder, unspeakable deeds

most ancient, secret, unfathomable matters.


'Tis not the trees I see, of now;

captured in the afterburn of things unseen,

long dead, but not forgotten, somehow;

a sea coils there: an ocean of liquid wings.


A thick, boiling ocean; a heaving abyss

of spirits and others who follow the trail

Clotho weaves, unsmiling; oblivious in bliss.

O ye, like a sang song. Like a merry wag tail;


yet indifferent, staring, with fingers of thorn

coldly stirring the chaos, the whispering foam.

And I welcome the waters. I gladly give in

I open the windows, I welcome them in...

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