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there was a ringing here, in my ears,

something which sent in the beat of an electronic pulse

more knowledge than i know of possesing

 

the sound kept me between dreams and wakefulness

somewhere everything held an element of what was to come.

i would drink icy water, and in a moment be taken

down the icy river,

and it would tickle the back of my throat

 

i became a myth to myself, unable to find myself

outside of the flashing and the sounds

there was nothing.

i felt i was losing my mind

but then i woke

Reviews

[Rhine Wolf]

Ooo a nice discription of a dream! this is my favourite line "i became a myth to myself, unable to find myself" this is who i feel every morning when i start to wake.