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I look backwards into my mind's eye to see what lay in the stillness there. I see:
butterfly dragons with hand painted wings, flecked white and blue, dusted with green.
I look further still into blindness. Then, I see something, a nightmare. I see:
rain falling red on snowbanks white no more. Sun rising backwards, games playing, no scores.
I hurry on, deeper past the cobwebs, only to find new playthings. I see:
dolls in black satin a ball with jacks. A deathly white spider waiting to attack.
I'm frightened, I want to stop. But the need to see the ending pushes me on. I see:
a man dressed in grey, searching for my life. He almost suceeds, but is stopped with a knife.
I scream inside my head, my eyes breaking, sending fragments of jade through the shadows. I see:
merry-go-round ponies, screaming in agony, dying. I go to help but I am too late.
I finish, the collaspe in weariness from my journey. But, was it real, or was it... Now I know:
the mind is a wild thing, not tamed, only seasoned. Without warning, it will turn on you for no good reason. |
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