the idiot's a clawing panic  
slapping stony walls in endless darkness,  
from here till nothing more.  
groping mad with blistered digits  
which ache to break that so far formless cryptogram  
  
burning, yearning, longing gaze  
blacked out eyes cast wistful somethings to a far off place;  
that maybe, someone deep within the space between  
would cast a magic spell  
until the darkness parts... and there's your face.  
  
I knew I'd see you again.  
I've been waiting here for so long...  
  
it's so good to feel you again.  
your touch is so warm; am I warm too?  
  
I get to be someone in you:  
you love me; so I love you.  
  
...  
  
frightened knowing eyes within me sharply eek!  
it's seen it all before, this tragic prophecy...  
and so the serpent slithers ever sickly up my spine,  
climbing up the lighthouse, binding seeking eyes  
  
that dormant haunted mannequin is finally brought back to life  
  
and so it came, that firelight  
refracted through ghosts unremembered -
oh what a tragic thing!
for that living human being on the other side  
to become not more than a movie screen  
  
and so it was,
the lighthouse made projector  
giving living seasons blissed  
till forgotten horrors do return  
and love's light is smothered

it is in those final moments
when all is laid to rest
that those searching eyes, unknowing,
lie forgetting in the dark

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