Conundrum present.
Yes or no?
Left or right?
Nowhere to go.
Shifting sands
And morning sun.
Wake to dreaming.
Devils run.
Forever at a seamless loss.
The Watchers watch,
The Tossers toss.
Drifting into nightmares olde.
Surrealistic tempter's gold.
Visit cities made of gore,
As tomes tell of in ancient lore.
Buildings there of skin and bone,
Made from flesh not wood or stone.
It's there one will absorb the stench
Of rotting dreams in broken French.
Forever damned to breathe the air,
And drink the poisoned water there.
-Selador of Wordcraft
I love the pacing of it my friend.
ReplyDeleteEach choice like a walk back and forth.
So as it bounces back between weighing two options it negates the very choice it began with.
Yes or no?
And drink the poisoned water.
Thank you, that is the essence of what I was going for. A kind of, like, waltz. A journey from one step to the next when each leg is a different length and one walks north while the other walks southeast.
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