The flame flickered.
Moving gentely as nothing within her stired.
Dark repulsion added to her soul fire.
Giving it motion unseen
Yet felt.
Deep down below
Where she can only know
Empty of reality
Closeted, kept apart
Insulated in flesh and bone.
Her mind watched.
She knew how her light had been moved.
She took it in good part.
Just goes to show
Stillness is hard
When dark does start.
The shadows she cannot see
Tell their own tale
Within
Phantoms of shape feeling round what isn't there.
Voids of telling negative manifestation
Loud in their silence
Obviose by there lack of presence.
Is my mind real here?
Are there more than me?
Where is the edge
The fringe needs knots
Periods of truth
To stop my mind
From going away.
On journeys of what might be.
Imagination delusion life in agahst
That won't be so
That can't be so.
They don't accept.
That nothing.
Is Stillness, no movement within time.
Don't make an impact
Acting in the gaps
Where chance occurs.
Surprise!!
©wrennie
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