XVIII Gate: Depression
posted by Corvo | November 19, 2010
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IcerocketThe 18th gate is not a gate. Is a black hole on the ground.
I know that I cannot overpass, the only way is to jump inside.
This is a path without return.
If I do it, I will never come back, I know it.
I jump in.
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Seers and Seekers
— Nov 19, 2010
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gypsy hand
Too brite days
midnights that refuse to
abide dark and secret
as empty phrases chant
to fairytale Moons
I tell myself
This is no ordinary room
This is no fleeting flittering life
This is a magical passageway
sparkling like mica, like miracles
Quiet traces
luminous impression
a trailing kite tail binds
silent whimpers, sojourning whispers,
tears shining behind mime smiles
Crone's gnarled fingers, playing
to spite agony
simulate touch
beyond ache
Too brite cell,
crouched scarred shadow
I cast silhouette of metamagic gypsy
hand
offering
Laurie Corzett - libramoon42@mindspring.com
http://emergingvisions.blogspot.com
