1 Step From the Drift Line

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Magenta rain on the backs of eyelids
Never more that one step away
Never more than one step removed
Walls of light and sound close in
Overwhelming
Judgement of one
An Empty Room
To while away eternity
One truth
Six Chambers
Whirling past tympanic membranes
Strobes of light pierce shadows
Sorrow falls from the heavens
a fingertip finds a hold
familiar
gentle
knowing
lucidity
As if for one instant the skies would part
hopeful illusion
fallen out of reach
There is no forgiveness
as bolts scream overhead
The seventh chamber
is nothing more than a mausoleum
and the others
rise
a sardonic smile crosses split lips
tightening the flexor digitorium profundis
changes mortal apathy

into eternal abaddon
Nine concentric rings
To live this nightmare
again and again

-s 20090425

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