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And it began, the moment had arrived. No one knew if this was the reckoning, nor who would survive. Shadows of men walking the earth below, nothing left to learn, nothing left to know. We watched as the sky darkened, a gray cloud looming overhead. No angels of heaven harkened the day aloud, “The glooming of her dead was awakening, and it is said we are what is left for the taking.” The thunder growled low from inside the mount’ and a blaze of lightening reached out and touched its sides. Torn asunder, howled below, we gathered, losing count in the haze, the flashes frightening e’en those who still preached and shouted; “Satan’s clutch, we must hide!” Those of us who were but apparitions of men, who once lived a glorious life upon this ground, chose to cover ourselves in dust without apprehensions, ingloriously running beyond fear to be found before the mount’ closed forever, through the storm, t’ward some ominous yet hypnotic sound. Wearing the stone like a veil, the flas...
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While I stood watching from the vast expanse, I felt the pull of something beyond my view. Blinded by more than the eye’s peek-through glance, Rays of light, like flaming arrows, piercing through. In darkness, black mass, I sense a changing; A spinning into place where the flame remains. The fire burning, now rearranging – Growing without limitations, no refrains. Above my universal being – Sits now at the head of my heavenly form. This Celestial disbelieving – Caught within the pull of this magnetic storm. Yet, below the head of this monstrous face, Something hums a soft and calming lullaby. The sparkling dances in the dark with grace, Circling, twinkling with an innocent sigh, Within my soul, a sense of fleeting, Awareness of becoming, born too soon; Gentle cadence of a heart beating, Reacting to the orb, my mother moon. She reassures me, you are what you are, No comprehending this destined birth. Fear not, at your head burns a mighty star, ...
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Inspired write from another syneasthete - February is Syneasthesia Month (for my birthday) I will be interviewed and sharing the spotlight with Joseph Zeppardo and Shannon Lyons (if all goes well) - I'll announce it here. Sitting here listening to a cacophony of melodies telling me what my story is. ALONE, the color one sees when they close their eyes with a faint fever developing beneath long feathery lashes - Lips a shade of coral blush that tastes like sweet honey fresh from the hive. OMG yes, I'm a words person - Certain words especially have such a luxurious and beautiful velvet color - Metaphor is a midnight blue and I want to reach out and touch it. Lucidity is a word that changes color as you move it with the light. When someone calls me "Your Grace" I feel it in my bones and it feels soft, like kiss - just close enough that I can feel his breath against my cheek as he withdraws and offers his hand to cup my face, I become weak and ...
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