Dusken hands
Waving in the gloomination
At the sign of nightburst fears
Thoughtraced and dreadleadened dreams come manyfested
Sretching the moments out on the rackness of recognition
Paintipped and poizoned they pass
Slower than the dragging of the deadenating thuds
Of needlefists
And the crumbling footfalls
Of your dreamprisoned desires
Under the wait of time
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