Dipping my fingers into a puddle of quicksilver time-
watching the ripples bend and twist those
tomorrows and yesterdays into fantastic shapes,
filled with smokey rainbows of dreaming;
and dreaming seems to be the fastest way out...
Helpless in the face of my own fearing
I drift...along...alone...
Past frozen nightmares of pointless abilities
and landscapes of poorly hidden intent.
I search...alone...
for meanings and definitions in life-
and come away empty...
like a doorway...a window...
a cracked cup throwing a perfect shadow.
Dipping my fingers into a puddle of quicksilver time-
fingerpainting a sunset glyph-
a whispered mantra that sounds like the drawn blade-
like crystalline raindrops piercing the veil-
whispers that tell me ancient mythic tales
that I've always known swam like ravenous sharks
down in the depths of the blood...
Tradition has been shattered-
and as I run away I cut myself deeply
on the jagged broken shards.

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