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Ghosts of Abstraction
Remnants
Along iridescent trails, a nocturnal mist swept the sediments of an affair.
Sacral shores of elemental serenity: a raven croaks beneath an ancient moon at dawn, soaring the breath of meridian.
Stygian sanctuaries in lavender layers of opaque horizons; looking glass amidst torrents in a reverie at the harbor of a mirror lake.
The whistling straits of enchanted dynasties stringed celestial harps in the autumn hues of crepuscule.
Woods of water and ash: the weeping willows tell our wayward tales in the broken airs of crusted neon.
A constellation of vestiges: Polaris; o, for long have we hankered — lying supine — for a skyline of lovers.
Tender is her heart; delicate are her veins: verily, these treasures only I can protect.
Dreamcatchers are my soulmate and I, the remnants of bifurcating yesteryears.
Vassals of furlong shams are my soulmate and I; we are but ghosts of an abstraction.
