The Night Journey

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic


Fantasy.From Childhood.

Submitted: June 01, 2018

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The Night Journey

 

The night mare submerges at first into blackness

And then gallops into consciousness

On a night journey,

On a train to nowhere.

He views negative constellations out the window,

They are crab like shapes clinging to the countryside.

He views the ghoul stars,

The jewel stars,

The black sparks,

The black holes

Sucking the train into a dark mouth.

He watches the city stars,

The dancing stars,

The bright bolero bursts of flame,

The far away stars.

He hears his mother philosophically quoting,

" Twinkle, twinkle little star,

How I wonder who you are."

He stares at the stars of shit and dribble,

As he mother squats in the firmament

And pisses onto the world.

He stares at the stars of tomorrow,

White dwarfs receding as the electrodes shatter

His cortex windows of amnesia,

His fingernails clawing at the coma of last stars,

As a child tries to distinguish

Between the streetlights and the stars.

He observes eschatological stars

Departing from the brain,

Wispy and weeping light through the red shift.

He remembers stars filled with memories,

Speeding, falling down the lift shaft.

He sees stars of suicide accelerating away

Into a night,

Without memory.


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