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Jun 2014
Through lifetimes we are catapulted,
though only minutes have passed.
          Murky depths swim to lure me in…
                  Danger lurks.
          I hear them haunt,
                  ghosts of forgotten lullabies.
Drifting interlude fills my lungs like smoke,
          gasping for what is real…
                  I scarcely know.
          Like the silky beat of a wing in flight,
                  I am held within its merciless motion.
          Fingers caress the intimate world I have created,
                  born within its possibilities.
          Seductive lips wrought my vision,
encasing a world of mystery…
                  I am transfixed.
          Words seep out along wisps of the empty,
                  re-writing history as I live it.
          Gifted the presence of insatiability,
                  desire beyond all that insanity limits.
          The peak of the mountain,
                  disillusioned by foggy drapery.
          Love crimes baby,
                  the sheer passion of your spirit.
          Passing through mirrors of time,
                  density is transformed.
          Ease baby…
                  Ease is King of the Realm now.
          Command me as I have only done to others before.
Alycia
Written by
Alycia  The Great White North
(The Great White North)   
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