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Biting, chasing,

Nipping at the heels of unsequential demons

Thorns gnashing, tearing at my hands and face,

Forcing my way through the maze

Roses at every turn.

Fragrance choking,

Undulating itself through my lungs.

Brain withering with heady perfume.

Harder, faster,

Just a few steps more,

Sanctuary always within sight,

Never within reach...



A home that has never been,

Is impossible to go back to.

Acrid smoke.

Filling the air,

Cutting off light,

Day dying in plumes of black and ash

Still fighting through endless tangles,

Boxes and puzzles.

An enigma of flowers.

Horrified, standing within the island

Where sanity has abandoned ship...

We're all striving for breath,

Looking for a way out,

Never stumbling on the way in.

Past the same blood stained thorns

A dozen times this hour

Breakers toss the sound back

Against a wall of green

Silence prevails

Time stands still

Leaving only master,

pulling me apart

Destroying the muse.



8:45 PM 6/22/02