Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Narcissus-X Ponders Porlockian Presences

Soulless circuits screaming hoarse cries, frenetic cadence shredding serenity: slumber's visions cloven, wavering, rippling; and gone. Narcissus-X reaches for the spectral shapes: grasps and holds - nothing.

Precious phantasm. Dream or vision, impression of a truth or the truth itself: it is gone.

Metronome of madness, watcher of the hours, perfidious sentinel of sleep: the porlockian presence shall not despoil the domain of dreams again. Narcissus-X has paper, pen, and lamp at hand, should shrill alarms again disturb the portals of dream.

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