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I KNOW THE DREAM
YOU'RE DREAMiNG OF.
I KNOW THE WORD THAT
YOU LONG TO HEAR.— THE DOORS


Footsteps in the darkness...
the insomniac asleep at last.

And there she is, watching herself
in a dream conjured or maybe not...
laying so still in the misty air—
feeling so bright.
So calm.

And suddenly, inside that sleeping body,
she senses her Self
drifting away...

Free of skin...
from all those damn bones!

But there is no laughing,
not now. The serenity of it all just
catching her breath, her senses
in such delirious pangs of pleasure...

Seriously,
where did this dream come from?

And how can it be so real?

But in a moment...
fear swallows ecstasy
and there, just emerging for her to see—
the edge of the End all a shimmer...

Cool
cold
ultra-real.

And suddenly,
THE JOLT! The realisation that
this could be her death
waking her.


( siLence )


Stillness. Soft breath.
Thoughts racing racing....

Outside the darkness, the wind
keeping her every thought yearning for
siLence.

But she hears every moment in that room of hers....
the queasy motion of time
catching her now.

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MMM....
her heart is beating
still. That skin of hers all warm and pale—
brain juices hot with fear.

And all she can do is wait for the sun,
for a witness to appear
with a heart unafraid of its own
existence.

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