Serial Night Terror

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Very cute kittens in a basket 

are too easily transmuted by casts

and curses, turning them into stone

dragons spillung fire, with impossible 

hooks and daggers as one time paws,

as a moment ago teeth. Transpired from

a daisy white as whiteness in winter

a sun at center suddenly brown

withered when the wand is wistfully

waved or the curse uttered.

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Terror sized sleep affords 

the deepest and cruelest means

of interpreting the bordom

of living too much and too

long.

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Great winged creatures crack

from stones, wet with ages

and unreliable mythologies,

leap into your view, and you

cower in what no one could

name fear.

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Dreams as transference make

for interesting awakenings

come morning. The yawning sun

is a liar now, rested night was 

a bigger liar. Sweat rolls

into your vision sphere

and, emotion shredded, you 

turn over and hope for

a dreamless nap.

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allets

05-30-16

1236p

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