Do tell me why must my dreams
speak to me always of the never?
For I am the never, the ever dreaming senses
within the windows of mine eyes,
the beauty is ever shame
this searing imagery roots within my consciousness
imagery of that which I wish to know of,
and wish not to know of... They are one in the same
the silence of screaming,
deep within the void of my never
take away the emptiness

The dance echoes its imagery into me, again and again...
and again... our dance... our very last dance
taunting me, jaunting delicately
around the empty carousel of what I now wish to be
and what remains of my dreams

Why must I dream of the flourishing fountain.
Ever flowing with the blood of all
whom hath cried out my name?

Forget not my name

The dance echoes its imagery into me, again and again...
and again... our dance... our very last dance
taunting me, jaunting delicately
around the empty carousel of what I now wish to be
and what remains of my dreams

A glimpse of a beautiful painting slips away
leaving in its place a canvas of endless black...
Yet the illusion remaïns

by D. L. Flow

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