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| BLaCK MiRRoR |
Muse-
So this is the first time I have written to you in this way. It has been awhile since you boiled my blood to write. Then was a different time. We were connected in the old ways, flesh and bone. Now only the passing dream catches young men's eye. Some of us are past the wisdom of the young; only our heart remembers the song...but we still continue the march towards this empty. Sometimes there is nothing else two do. Maybee that is why eye heard your name whispered on the tongues of the in know. Whilst beers and shots cross o=ver the bound swirling into the dance of collective numbing rituals... your tale was spoken. Eye didn't hear much mind you; but always remember eye have scouts strategic about. Inn this dream you are still right here betwixt us all.
Apparently you are all still in flame. Fiery Goddess writhing and sharp. When do you think all this might settle and kool towards more chance encounter. It was you that visited me in my waking thoughts. Eye so believed the curse was benign; that eye had thwarted the serpent's kiss, but still soon your poison engulfs my vision...and eye sea your face and hair tossed unto the wind. The dark scrawl was still upon your brow, but at the time I thought it an invitation. For luck and maybee a bit of foresight, eye did not act upon my first inclination. Deep inside eye still seek your connection, whether it be false or filled with the precision of a moments truth...eye still listen for your whisper. Your chants reached mine ears this morn, but your trap was eye NOT snared. Within the reflection of this mirror becomes the grove of thorn. Eye shall walk around it and converse with you on the other side; if you wish.
Often all eye seek is the simple discourse. To share and understand through common fluidity can surely build ones strength. To sit and reflect in purity might stop my hearts beat. It only makes sense this foreign war we wage. Across land and air we traject our worst cause. Surely our game is understood by only the most depraved aspects of our reflection. Our darkness must be met by uncomfortable invitations to parties where we are the entertainment...and later after we leave; we become their joke. They gawk and lurch amongst the most ungrateful crimes, but we also have our punch. Such noble birth and tax bracket hordes often shit out diamonds and nuggets of gold. Of course they try to conceal their excrement, but we were taught to dance the Gypsies clever hand and to distract, deflect, and then pocket the change. Hold in all the gold pieces till out the door and down the way we count up our spoils. Those nights are how eye chose to embrace your silhouette; amongst the cold night we swept away with the kings crowned jewel.
Stay on fire if you like. Eye will go back in time and recall past symmetries; while waiting for you to kool. I will hear of the stories and piece them together into thread barren blankets. Eye shall travel this week. Away eye am stalking a time to disperse and inebriate into invisible colors. There are large parties happening down south, and eye wish to find a golden experience. Eye wish eye could find you there but eye know you are not even real. You are the elusive siren's song. One day eye wish to crash amongst thine shores and claw out mine eyes to the pitch of your call.
Until Then-
BLaCK MiRRoR
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