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#unnerve
I evoked you. left. And just so. Few tears shed on the way there and back. The towering walls, ashen, ditto the ceiling but darker. it allows everything to fall through I'm being told to close my eyes, shut my mouth— the mouth in my head; the head my mouth will soon be missing. I took the landscape with me. I stood looking backwards. Snapshots came back blurred. Unnerved by a palace where inside is outside. with and without.
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Sep 29, 2025
Sep 29, 2025 at 11:21 AM UTC
with and without
Tick tock, Slow clock Piercing sound of Silence. Disturbance of tranquillity or is it the silence of the storm? Eye of the storm Hands of the clock Wings of time Ma'at or Isfet? Coming of Christ or Kalki Impending doom or Time of tranquillity What tidings do the stars bring? Frozen, bloodied dove in Berlin. Blaring sirens of the apocalypse or news of the red man Gorbachev which sound will come first? Carrefour, welcome Hecate. Blanche´s final invitation or Lisa´s ticket out of Dissocia which ride is it going to be? Sylvia, Blanche, Lisa, Sarah. Mahavira, Buddha, Moksh. Time, Destiny, Moirai, Jury What is the verdict? So much sound, yet no voice from the trachea. So much company, yet paint can only last so long. So many words, yet not a single syllable spoken. So much, yet none of it. Storm of Isfet, Impending Kalki Blaring apocalypse, Final Invitation. Snip my scarlet line, Atropos. Slow clock, Tick tock.
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Jan 31, 2020
Jan 31, 2020 at 4:47 PM UTC
Silence of the Clock
copious stories are told about it and it is of a floating figure's fit on one of them coming into your view it may give you a shivering chill's preview it can be loitering on a dark stairway waiting to unnerve your very clay dare you walk into the old mason's yard for there's a phantom inside the said yard Vincent Price can readily evoke a scream as his voice lends its self to such a deem
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Aug 12, 2019
Aug 12, 2019 at 8:59 PM UTC
What Is This About? (Riddle Poem)