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Into the night
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The Voices of Stones Do you remember why we’re here?
The boy’s voice echoes through languid spaces
In darkness’ beyond reflections
The world passes though matter fields
Unquestioned, dark figures, skulking about
In and out of the eye; like lightning flicker
They ride through dark dreams
Do you remember why we’re here?
Holding on tightly to what remains
While doorways shake the stars from blue eyes
A Crow chortles out a grinding dirge
A fingertip taps into my subconscious
The night-black tree burns upon the ridge
Tongues licking the ends of dreams
I touched truth in these
I touched truth in these words. Strange is not strange when we can recognise truth and see with the heart.
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "