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Remnants of stale Eucharist

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Last night
You came to me in a dream-fraction,
You materialised from a floating cup of ether-mist.
It was your skin,
But your soul contents –
A weak representation
Leftover from the little I knew
Of you.

Your face, so young,
Memories and my subconscious
Can not age you.

You mumbled words
That I now cannot recall:
Wingding verses.
Although, I do remember those terrifying
Crystal eyes,
With ice-cut fishing holes.
I do not swim
In those drowning dolines
Anymore.
do magical seeds lose their powers? I can be so strange and haunted. This is my ultimate secret. All I ever wanted was someone to be strange with. I'm happy being currently accepted for being myself. This is enough.
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spoems's avatar
The secret of wanting to be strange with someone is a familiar one. "Wingding verses" is apt for so many poets. I think magic seeds can lose their magic. But as I've heard told, energy is neither created nor destroyed. It just moves on to another form.