NecropolisThe city of hollow stones
you've visualised it, far distant, as your night thoughts writhe toward those dreamscapes denied you by the stubborn absence of sleep. Pyramids, obelisks, hollow shrines, all tokens of divine possession. In this city, those who are not possessing have been possessed.This valley of departed kings has long since succumbed to the sand blasting of desert storms, buried deeply now beneath an ocean of dunes. Still the lost city's blind gods watch over the emptied spaces jealously.Here past and futurewill never part company,fused in stasis.
LaddersThe rungs rise and fall,the direction is decidedby the starting pointso the climber discovers:The way up is the way down.
RedundantIndustry no more,the bustle of commerce ceased,the tracks decaying.As, long ago, the Roman roadswere overgrown and forgotten.
DiscusMarble's ghostly glowtouched by silver moonlight.Magical still life.
Habitationyellow light spills fromwithin the interior.Outside the night waits.
RealisationThe artist conceivesthe shape of hope. Lifeless stoneimbued with spirit.
HypnopompicA key too rustedto turn, a door once solid,now rotting away.As sentience stirs again,the dream's images decay.
DirgeFunereal tunes,No sight required, you can feelhow hope ebbs away.Nobody listens, no earattuned to those vibrations.
MemorialisingIt was finally decided to build a monumentto those who had survived. The dead, we considered,are far beyond the reach of hope. There is not marbleenough in the world to atone for so much suffering.For those who would never again answer to a friendlyor a formal name, we would lay out parks wherewillows could weep through seasons they wouldneither remember nor forget. And beds of pansiescould remind us all of the consolations of colour.We would save the stone to build the survivors homes.
Nights Fantastic1He should feel secure,what lurking trouble could marhis serenity?Until dawn dilutes the nightinsomnia holds him tight.2So foreign to me,I'm attracted by your dark eyesthat mesmerise me!I'm ready, immerse me inyour voodoo intimacies.
OverviewHas she ever seenso much of her world at once?all beneath her feet.Will this moment completelytransform her understanding?
MutationsExistence in flux,on the edge of becomingor ceasing to be.
ElsewhereThe cityscape isforgotten. She's compactedby anxiety.Has she ever seen the streetsabout her? She sleepwalks.
RoadwayEmpty underpass,lifeless spaces, concrete bathedin unreal light.
ReversalInvert it to seea dazzling plain, time-shapeda cosmic mirage.Such a vision might swallowunwary souls without trace.
HeartfeltThe body's motordestroyed. Does suffering end,or cling like a barnacleas the spirit sinks,the wrecked life foundering?Do lost souls wander the earth?
Day's EndShadow swallows light.It proves indigestible,so rich, so golden.Yet when it fades completely,the dark spirits will be free!
PreoccupiedSmall and hurrying,she barely notices columnsof warm, sun-bathed stone.She walks across the terracedaily, her lunch time routine.
ReaderxAmerica RooftopRooftopReader x AmericaPG -()-()-()-You walked down the deserted street, searching for your opponent. He and his team could be just around the corner. You spotted an enemy and zoomed in on your prey with your gun. Thinking it would be an easy kill, you didn't anticipate someone behind you doing the same thing. The bullet shot through your skull and your dead corpse fell to the ground.-()-()-()-"Hahaha! I win again, (Name)!" America cheerfully announced. After the shock of your straight six losses wore off, you huffed through your nose, you should have looked at his side of the screen when you had the chance. You tossed the controller on the couch you w
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Recycled 2A new day begins.As the hours pass it descendstowards its dark end.Each passing minute wave-likebreaks on the unchanging shore.