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with the light of a burnt out city, finding its way, to this grave,

and the weight of the stars that hung in the air,

they’re all so far off oh so distant it seems,

and with that observation I fell quickly into a sleep,

and my lungs stopped stuttering,

and my breath grew weak,

as my dreams they were projected silent and mute

with the skies covered and bleak in

grey clouds almost like

almost like an old monochrome photograph of

someone who died or I don’t know

something like that.

some time later, I awoke – with a start – a ripple, the whole scene

moving around me like fabric or smoke I could touch it I could feel it,

and a high-pitched-sonorous-sound horrid and cacophonous,

which sounded like a hot-steam hiss

and with my dreams still projected silent and mute on that crypt wall;

I felt I should go inside – so I did

the entrance was all covered in like

dust and dirt and salt

and the demeanor of it’s scowl was

horrid and foul.

but the door slid sideways and when I entered slid shut – I was stuck,

staring down some uncountable number of

stairs, which spiraled down into the deepdarkair, to something unseen and yet

somehow felt (a trembling in your gut or some salt in your lungs – a blank
uncertainty unknown and unsure)

and so I headed down,

and I seemed to move,

faster and

faster

as the shadow of the staircase it spiraled into blank.

and the earth began to ripple,

to writhe and twist and whistle,

as my feet carried me down into the depths of

the crypt the whole of which

seemed to reverberate with sound like

like almost like some sort of far off screaming distant and underwater like almost
like

someone dying far away like almost like

almost like him.

Description
with the light of a burnt out city, finding its way, to this grave,

and the weight of the stars that hung in the air,

they’re all so far off oh so distant it seems,

and with that observation I fell quickly into a sleep,

and my lungs stopped stuttering,

and my breath grew weak,

as my dreams they were projected silent and mute

with the skies covered and bleak in

grey clouds almost like

almost like an old monochrome photograph of

someone who died or I don’t know

something like that.

some time later, I awoke – with a start – a ripple, the whole scene

moving around me like fabric or smoke I could touch it I could feel it,

and a high-pitched-sonorous-sound horrid and cacophonous,

which sounded like a hot-steam hiss

and with my dreams still projected silent and mute on that crypt wall;

I felt I should go inside – so I did

the entrance was all covered in like

dust and dirt and salt

and the demeanor of it’s scowl was

horrid and foul.

but the door slid sideways and when I entered slid shut – I was stuck,

staring down some uncountable number of

stairs, which spiraled down into the deepdarkair, to something unseen and yet

somehow felt (a trembling in your gut or some salt in your lungs – a blank
uncertainty unknown and unsure)

and so I headed down,

and I seemed to move,

faster and

faster

as the shadow of the staircase it spiraled into blank.

and the earth began to ripple,

to writhe and twist and whistle,

as my feet carried me down into the depths of

the crypt the whole of which

seemed to reverberate with sound like

like almost like some sort of far off screaming distant and underwater like almost
like

someone dying far away like almost like

almost like him.