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Beautiful In Nightmares
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On my stomach
I am crawling.
All of a sudden
I am falling.

Hearing aloud
myself
I am calling.
In my heart
dwells
forlorn longing.

Into an abyss
I am plunging.
My body is not
functioning ...

Will not listen to
my minds touching.
For I know not
what’s coming ...

Then I turn
but a fraction
of time watching
my decapitation.

The pain sharp,
a searing contraction.
Stunned am I,
my life an abstraction.

'Twas but an
earth quake,
death
becomes
birth
colored
opaque.

No time
to consider
the worth
to vacate,
For I know
frantically
that I must
first awake.

To keep
my children
within my sight,
Needing to
know they
will be alright.

I find myself
gathering
talisman
of the dead
who are creative,
and talented.
Gladly given
by the
Shaman
of the Wise
Ancient
Salmon.

'Twas but a
thought projection
an elemental
electric collection
of formed matter
with reflection
choices, never
more than a selection.

Through my mind
flows kinetics
filled with desire
and energetic,
avoiding the realm
of the catastrophic
with a charisma
I find quite poetic.

Tearing through
imperfect night,
to me ‘tis
as kryptonite.

Draining my
stamina of sight
I glimpse the
power of white.

‘Tis almost
polite
at this

incredible
height.

As only one
can do
in spirit
I have only
to mirror it.
My soul will
adhere to it
with sounds
in silence..
prophetic.

Will I
to the other
begin
crossing over?
Hungry,
lost,
still
very much
a loner?

Will I be
scoffed
as is the
stoner?
or
Soft,
warm and
known unto
Her?

Beautiful you are in Nightmares ... 

This dream was quite prophetic of the changes that were about to happen in my life.

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