I am rooted in the age of Morpheus. Sewed to the tapestry of the adversary. The chambers of the heart cry out the will to live. Eyes flutter open like butterfly wings from a dreamless cocoon. For I am awake. Threaded to fiction I pull at the seems, clutched to a false fantasy. With the roar of all the beasts under the heavens I rise. Oh deserter of the “World’s Womb”, flung violently into the…
Road of damnation. How long have my steps haunted scorched Asphalt. A mirage of my former frame Willed back to existence. As if projected through dust and air, From the memory of friends and family And yet corporeal…The hole remains, Void of light and warmth. And so I wander winding threads beyond what mortal eye could see Feet dragged heavy through cracked stone, Searching…until all of me is made whole. And as time unfolds, I…