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There are no dreamsThere are no dreams in nighttime,
The nighttime is only haunted spaces.
There will be echoes of you for
millennia to come
We could not end it this way.
if only you could see me now
by the window
As my flying arm
And I wished I had Control
of the outside
So that I could
Find you, where you belong
You were the only OneYou were the only One
(and I wish I'd spoken sooner)
Ever through the nights
(which were so long with)-out you There
to be plans
(on grass so green
I saw lights from aboveI saw lights from above and lost interest in the world,
It slipped through my fingers.
I could run away to save a life,
Burn a heart before a knife
But red and green are all that's left; memories.
She was what I lived for, for the shortest life,
Scattering dust upon the ground
Where she walked,
And between my thoughts I knew what I hadn't found.
It was meant to be like a WishIt was meant to be like a Wish
All Golden (but the sand interrupted
because it told us how much time
we had left) and green
(because I don't know)
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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