Train Station

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
An astral journey with Nyarlathotep (whom I call Nei in this poem).

Submitted: July 17, 2019

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I went to sit on a bench,

At the train station

With a lot of people,

Nei wanted to go elsewhere.

 

Tele tele to a deserted place,

Somewhere outside, deserted

There Nei wanted to wait,

And together with me he lingered.

 

His black cloak I touched,

Fading in a fabric unknown.

Black fabric waving before me,

And I pulled it down

It danced with me.

 

Beauty in the night,

You are my inner light.


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