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Dream Lines

Static.
White noise.
Deafening silence,
overflows;
trickling webs
of deadly confusion.
Each fragile line,
a passage of lucid transparency,
luring,
as a siren does.
Expanding.
A capacious temptation,
swelling larger with each look.
Shrinking back,
upon decline,
to wisps of flickering silk,
wafting by as i float.
Cautiously selecting,
time-consumed,
in search of the pure.
Too late.
Spinning.
Tangled in unraveling threads,
growing,
bulging,
bursting fantasies and nightmares,
scrambling to take hold.
Engulfed by all.
Blanketed with overwhelming disarray.
Echoed harmonies,
screeching din,
sounds unknown to man;
soothing and godlike,
but striking intense fear!
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