pulling words from the grave
buried deep in the recesses
of my earlier years, when morbid
was the cornerstone of lucid
memories, fantasies had yet to
spout sexual desires and the
inner weaving of my soul
had yet to develop and flourish,
light vanishes, stars collide
with dark energy in between
the hours of dawn when life
rebuilds its momentum and
evil evaporates into thin air.
September 9, 2024
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