- Tracing the past with apprehension
- Dreaming of Lazarus's unconscious form
- Sleeping, through slate gray days
- A broken reed, waiting for higher heaven
- Yesterday's enchantment is done
- Bringing the abolishment of darkness
- Mirror suddenly confronting truth
- Bold lines sketching elusive cycles
- Overstating visions, passing wonders
- Inconstant butterfly gaining flight
- Writhing, mingling with deep radiance
- Spinning storms of scattered glories
- Light is walking here, smoldering quietly
- Shapes taking form among shadow
- Streaming sunlight, granting the impossible
- Wild inhabitants nurturing my true heart
- I have lived alone, inside dark cocoons
- Shimmering continuums, full of distant spires
- Devouring time, loudly mourning
- The thwarted gleam of true genius
- Tasting eternity's impassioned cadence
- My grievous wounds healed by pondering
- Enraptured moments I did not create
- This alchemy of wondrous things passing
AN OPEN ENDED , EXPERIMENTAL, STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS FORAY INTO CREATIVE WRITING.
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Tuesday, June 5, 2012
LAZARUS DREAMING
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