It takes only a breath of air from the north

and these shadows will swallow me

all-consuming, slipping away to Eleusinian dreams

more real than anything I leave behind

Why do these streets seem so familiar?

This is a place where only time has walked

and yet behind black windows I know my past awaits me

Sand gathering in unswept corners

disturbed in my wake after endless days untouched

The echoes of my heartbeat fill this place with apparitions

that fade away before drawing their first breath

so that I walk alone among ghosts of myself

always deeper into the heart of this dream

with no destination save a new road onward

and no return but on a path already dissolving away

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I’m up too late.

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