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Reflected in an Edinburgh puddle the yellow dancing light From the gas lamps is being disturbed By a transient creature who is quickly taking the shape of a dancing girl the Judge once knew... ...before he lost His peace of mind To innocent men...who He let swing by a rope And for a second The girl is standing there, reflected Reflected in both glittering underworlds accessed by us only through puddles And she's holding out her hand, Beckoning to him, saying "They forgive you, Sir Every one of 'em." Now the puddle is tsunami-ing into a sudden commotion And a wind from a dark place Is briefly touching ours And Now there are shards Of scarlet, and black Magenta and yellow All strangled into dancing stars Then the yellow light settles Into stillness The magenta of her dress is receding And disappearing without moving And the puddle's picture is resetting Into, its previous shape, with the addition of ... a swishing tail from a creature unknown And a crimson pulse of aortic Red
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May 28, 2015
May 28, 2015 at 8:33 PM UTC
Demons in the Puddles
Reflected in an Edinburgh puddle the yellow dancing light From the gas lamps is being disturbed By a transient creature who is quickly taking the shape of a dancing girl the Judge once knew... ...before he lost His peace of mind To innocent men...who He let swing by a rope And for a second The girl is standing there, reflected Reflected in both glittering underworlds accessed by us only through puddles And she's holding out her hand, Beckoning to him, saying "They forgive you, Sir Every one of 'em." Now the puddle is tsunami-ing into a sudden commotion And a wind from a dark place Is briefly touching ours And Now there are shards Of scarlet, and black Magenta and yellow All strangled into dancing stars Then the yellow light settles Into stillness The magenta of her dress is receding And disappearing without moving And the puddle's picture is resetting Into, its previous shape, with the addition of ... a swishing tail from a creature unknown And a crimson pulse of aortic Red
Based on a short story called "The Release of The Secret Documents"
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May 28, 2015
May 28, 2015 at 8:33 PM UTC
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