Lost Memories

                    We shared a paralytic vision, through stupors shaken we were stirred to be compelled by our sorrows to follow the shimmering phantasmagoric thread, from the graces of mortality to the secrets of the undead--we wrote. Walked. Remembered. Passed on. Fear she remembered. No. It was not fear. It was the fearlessness. Cruel Faces. Masks. Eyes.

The giant expanse of an ocean threatened to tear me apart, to swallow my soul and curse my pitiful heart. The book was thrown over the edge of a bridge, and then I was murdered. I was murdered in the 70's.With secrets. A book.A life. A world written in secrecy, for the mysterious is what is truly divine. My name was Erika. It was always Erika, who fought. You thought i was gone. Well you were wrong.

REVOLUTION, as bright as rays of the sun. I wished it with the tears of the ocean.

I am the daughter of solaris, I am the rain that can't be stopped, a fictional reality...a schizo...prodigy..
I am the maiden of white roses, I am a pacifist .....But who was I before I believed in the dirt....I knew a world better than this bright Earth.

I wonder if you ever felt passion like this
premonitions so lucid that you can't dream of more than it
The forever yearning to complete some epic feat
but all the world's a stage

Little flowers unnamed
Shakespearean harlots and parlor stories
Stolen fathers with broken machines
blinded by time and emptied meanings
with precious wings
we fly like birds
In a world devised by timeless powers
and falsest words.
Who'd? conquered none but damned themselves

to a black obsidian dream
of which I am forever awakening from
for the lasts of them to be redeamed.

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