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Interlude

The time between

substantial thoughts.

In essence, a death sentence,

but survivable.

The sinews of time

lengthen to spite,

as clouds skirt

consciousness,

and adders slither

silently through the

underbrush of psyche,

Aromas dull,

Mountains quake,

The world ends...

*DING*

Oh good, it's done...


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Cari Albury's picture

I REMEMBER HEARING ABOUT THIS! I've even read it before. Why in hell did I not critique it before? LOL. Nice.