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Break out of someone else's frames here

 Silence
...for my past



Dark silent corridors echo whisperings of my mind

where dust lies, sterile grey mantle obscuring memories

of dreams that never were to be...



Still, a lingering presence haunts; vague, formless, yet

strangely familiar, evading playfully my feeble attempts

to know, hiding behind hollow mocking laughter,

knowing things I know not, yet grope blindly for...



Perhaps this dust lies a funereal pall, for I cannot perceive

ancient vistages that lie buried; I cannot penetrate dark

mysteries and the eldritch wraiths they embody...



And yet, I perceive faint, subtle haunting forms

in the numbing twilight pervading my being, wraiths

evoking melancholy visions that flicker 

      eerily in the dismal gloom,

         taunting,

            and unknown...


                                              June 28, 1973

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