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[title] => Night's mare, shadow creature...takes me on another journey...
[time] => 2004-11-29 08:16:51
[hometext] => The Ride...
[bodytext] => I ride upon the heaving back of Night's mare... This vicious, un-tameible, magnificant ebony beast... ...Shadow creature... With tar pool eyes & snorting sharp jets of steam from it's flaring nostrals, It carries me along with rapid velocity, My head's flung back in pleasure & abandon as we ride into the deepest regions of thought. The clapping of bone hooves echo along the walls with their steady galloping rhythm ...Like tribal drumming... Leading into a wild trance... We travel so far & deep that even the great ubiquitous roots that intimately finger the soft wet earth feeling & searching Do not find us down here... In this erratic precint... The middle place... The air gets thin through a lack of proper oxygen, & there is a miasma being drawn into my chest, filling up the hollow space.. But the ulteration is easily coped with ...as the gas being inhaled begins to act as an anaesthetic... Drowseyness takes a firm hold like hands around a throat... & I hold the breath in my distended lungs as we transend over the edge of vison... Into a solid darkness.. Into the vast nothing & eternity of space that is vomited out before us we boldly go... into the black, this place of inertness, a place where there's a freedom for manifestation to take place... Where invention and creation grow... down further we fall ...Like the falling art of sleep.. over-rapt with untangible dreams & disjointed thoughts... But with this panormaic view & clairvoyance able to see it all displayed there before me, on the table of knowledge a grand feast, layed out on the black table cloth of existance... The fruits of labour... The meat you hunted... The milk that nurtures... The Harvest... The reward.. ..the willing deserved is being served... I am the arbiter of this kingdom here of mine.. Now suddenly the thoughts seem all together focused, & the dreams become very tangible indeed... (c) Dominick Destruction 23rd September 2004 [comments] => 2 [counter] => 216 [topic] => 49 [informant] => dominick-destruction [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => mystical )
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