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Existence NouveauExistence Nouveau
Sandwiched amid the world of old, goaded to Existence Nouveau,
Blinded by the comforting realms of the old arts, yet satellite steals the show.
Beneath the Victorian window I sit, as the grey storm engulfs civilisation,
Time when you retreat to your homes, for now saved from your digital contamination.
Each droplet of rain, forgotten Gaias tears, shall not go un-marked by me,
An atmospheric, welcomed involvement for us, yet for you atmosphere tres gris.
Vacant RealityVacant Reality
Encased within this box of surrealism, I find myself once more,
My judgements clouded, perceptions fazed, confusion penetrating my core.
Emotional detachment grips my soul, so close yet so far away,
Your restrictive grasp, it numbs my mind, no consciousness for me today.
The border between slumber and awakening once again finds itself in war,
Each side equipped with psychological weapons and each in my back they shall bore.
Tumbling from the realms of heaven, eclipsing the mortal world below,
Pours the Gods eternal wrath, with hells fires fiercely aglow.
Slashing the globe with thunder, battering the grounds with quakes,
Rattling the gates of humanities soul with everything she hates.
Your despises of holiness shall forever be marked, tainted with god-given fear,
Draw now your last and rasping breath for the apocalyptic stallions draw near.
In distant lands the sun shall burn, relentless to our skins,
burning out our inner hatred, snuffing out our sins,
With rays of fire and bolts of ice encased within whirlpools of doom,
The Titans shall unleash their revenge, conjuring unavoidable impending doom
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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