I've seen your dreams
Murky, foggy
An old pier at the edge of the sea
The sky ill defined
And ever shifting

Such as it is in all dreams

From my perch beyond the glass
I watch your unconscious actions
A steady wading into still waters
Until the sea sits above your eyes

A silent bell tolls

Ushering in change unperceived
You walk backwards to shore
The slate grey sands
Shaped by your feet

You are not the same

You are changed
And though your head
Was not engulfed by the waters
It is only a matter of time

Before your mind is submerged as well

Beneath the ink black waves

Think

If indeed you still can

To the time before you were born

That vague murky half remembered feeling

Of uninterrupted stasis

Of knowing all that there is

Which is nothing

A contentment in obscurity

Both of body and mind

A time, or more appropriately a place

Where conscious and unconscious are one

Where all things intertwine and weave together

Remember it, for therein lies the key

Just think

Only for a moment

Recall it

If indeed you still can

The drowned keep
The bones below
Who they once were
I do not know
But I pray the seas
Do not recede
To reveal those bones
And their dark deeds

Walk, trudge
From stars long dead
To distant worlds
Beneath Raven's head
Wander, lumber
beneath cerussite peaks
Unknowingly losing
The one thing to seek
And there long after
Encased below
To swell once more
With receding snow

I sit here at the end of time
No, perhaps even after

A red sun rises
As well as sets
On a world stiff with age

None have been seen
That were sent out
In distant eons past

And it is likely
They share not return
To this long doomed place

Indeed they shall not
For the void calls them
Dark and cool

That they might think in silence
Uninterrupted
By the waking young
Or dying old

Alas, all light will perish
Soon and ever more

Then all will know but slumber
As the gods they did before

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͏Ì ͏͘͏ca͜n̵͞'̵t̸̡ ͏̢feel ̢͝any̷mờr̴e͝
͘H̨o͡l͠d̵̡ ҉͝me c͏lǫ͢s̕e̢
̛I͘͞͡f̷́͞ ̨̡y̷̕o͟͢u̶͘'̕͠re͘ ͏̢҉s̴̨͞t͠҉i̧̢l̴̀͡l͘̕͜ ̷̶̕there

There in an inner room
I sat before it
A hooded figure of bone
Fully animate and articulate
Smoke filled the room
Ushering in a more vivid scene
A table with incense
Sat between me
And the creature across
Though possessing speech
It spoke naught to me
Save for vauge whispers
In the far back of my mind
I noticed now too
That candles sat on the table
Gently illuminating
Features of the being
Who sat opposite me
His skull was cracked
In more than a few places
And the pits of his eyes
Seemed ever so strange
Expressive almost
Of a feeling I cannot convey
In the full candlelight
The figure took a sip
From a gold-rimmed cup
Full of a light purple liquid
It poured through is jaw
As I expected
But as it flowed down his robe
The room shifted again
In the expanding smoke
Of fragrant incense
The room was pitch black
If indeed a room it still was
I sat there for hours
Contemplating the darkness
Or maybe just minutes
I could scarcely say
After that time
A new light flickered
In the near distance
Down a deepening corridor
It was just bright enough
To illuminate the being
Who had sat before me
It looked to me
Smiling somehow
Nigh imperceptibly
Then motioned me to follow
Into the warm dull light

The rain finds its way through the dilapidated roof

A steady dripping on the worn concrete below

In the corner of the room amid machines long broken

A handful of old screens dimly glow, idle in anticipation

Shakey green lines burst forth from them, codes from a bygone age

Text pours over the damaged monitors and then stops

With the last line of code the remaining machines shut down

Their rest well deserved and as they sleep
something long forgotten

Approaches the abandoned Earth from the Crystalline skies above

I can hear a steady drip
Stalactites growing at lethargic rates
A dark pool providing moisture
To the nearby luminescent fungi

I am lost

Perhaps I always have been
I can no longer remember
From where I came
Or to where I was going

I merely walk back and forth
Among the tunnels ad caverns
Hoping to stumble on a path
I have not yet traveled

But always I return
To this strange pool
Of murky black water
Surrounded by dim calming lights

The blood has gone cold
Spilled beneath an indifferent Moon
The hunt rages ever on
Though it is a hopeless endevour
For all in time become beasts
Spilling first their own blood
And then that of others
Ceaselessly, endlessly
Until the Old Ones return
If they indeed themselves
Are not long rotten and dead

Parse apart
Separate the seams
Let it all fall
To shallow dreams
And drift about
Unsure of place
Not bound in time
Motion or space
To be forgotten
And rest at ease
Beneath the waters
Of mindless seas

The bell tolls in the rain
Trecherously on that cliff face
Calling those yet remaining
To the sanctums within

None who are called
Know to what they are beckoned
But they suspect in their hearts
It is no salvation

The great wooden doors
Of that church are opened
But nothing exits
Save the screams of the lost