Night drawing me in
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Flow into the slipstream
Ripping open the sleepseam
Of the path that follows you there

Jumping through phase cancellation
Feeling silky crazed fascination
As you can only stop and stare

At the expanding blue abstract
Of waking waning contact
A fading no effort can impair

Without looking back the trail dissipates
A past your too frail to contemplate
Carried away wisping through the air

Until at last you sweep the waves
Of memories in silent graves
Like sideshow booths at the autumn county fair.
Resistance is All We Have Left
My Metal Rusts in the Salt Air
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