Subtle Speech of SubconsciousA Sample of the Subtle Speech of the Subconscious Tis night, both in reality and in my mind. In the shrouded forest which adorns my dream I, and others all dressed as in an age as dark as the surrounding air, wander over the gnarled passages. I cannot recall what was said, only what was seen.As I wander away from the pack, I hazily remember roving over what, at the time of dreaming, seemed like a hill. The sharp fall of the land ruins the idea, and I see now that it is a dip, a gouged scar in the earth. In the centre, lies the focus of mine attention: A large, grotesque,bulbous, porous, crimson entity. Somehow I know that this b
Why does my pen lie silent? Why does my pen lie silent?Where is the bizarre witThat once darted fluent?How can it be that I once did sitAnd write the song of my brain,Yet today there is noughtBut the empty frameOf the story that I soughtTo tell across the canvas of white?I should be composing joy,Anger and love, a characters blight,And loves with which to toy.I lie in the black seat of my mindAs silent as the pen now blind.
I laugh at your general direction!
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