Sleepless dreaming -
Where slumber does not lead to
vision does not lead to
nightmare or wonder.
Unreal City -
Where each headstone,
covered in moss
and shrouded by fern,
sharply reads:
"THE HORROR! THE HORROR!"
And those whose souls
still cling to their withering bodies
speak so placidly about The Buried:
"Oh, Mistah ___________________? He dead."
Sleepless dreaming.
Where cities crumble into the ocean
and giants buckle at the knees, yelling:
"Shantih! Shantih! Shantih!
"Oh Lord, where is The Peace
that passes all understanding?"*
Feb 25, 2014
Feb 25, 2014 at 12:16 AM UTC
Sleepless dreaming -
Where slumber does not lead to
vision does not lead to
nightmare or wonder.
Unreal City -
Where each headstone,
covered in moss
and shrouded by fern,
sharply reads:
"THE HORROR! THE HORROR!"
And those whose souls
still cling to their withering bodies
speak so placidly about The Buried:
"Oh, Mistah ___________________? He dead."
Sleepless dreaming.
Where cities crumble into the ocean
and giants buckle at the knees, yelling:
"Shantih! Shantih! Shantih!
"Oh Lord, where is The Peace
that passes all understanding?"*
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