Friday, December 5, 2014

Primal Incantations



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She hears the foreign whispers trav’lling through her naked soul,
compelling her to listen, urging her to assent to their call
that draw her to her foreordained destruction.
It’s a primal incantation that weaves into her being;
presenting waking dreams that guide her by shadowing her day,
stealing the clamour that plagues her waking mind,
and screens the madness that threatens to gain control.
It’s a trance that descends like a cooling cloud of mist,
easing her emptiness, curbing her craving, feeding the instincts
that sleep but never die.


 


6 comments:

  1. Oh I like that. A bit of the positive woven into the frayed nerve of deep living. Great title too.

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  2. All that just from eating too much bacon?

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  3. It's a compulsion...like i am constantly trying to get all my tasks out of the way so i can sit down and just listen and obey...fighting it seems just such a waste of time..
    Love what you write!

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  4. no those instincts never die...stay right there beneath the surface until we unleash them...

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  5. hello shadow its dennis the vizsla dog hay dada sez he finds this spooky and lovecraftian wich is kwite a mowthful let me tel yoo!!! i am not shoor wot lovecraftian meenz eksaktly but sumhow i think it is less romantik then it sownds!!! ok bye

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