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Veils thin, and purple, to reveal those between worlds– Do not be so sure. Advertisements
Trudging through fresh dusk, apparitions leave no prints– twilight becomes them.
There are stories, chanced to be heard in silent scars– listen with your eyes.
Papa Hemingway, gone to pot in Mexico– to have and have not.
Where she fell in love, a red-lettered memory of palms holding sun.
Even last call could not keep the dead away from their favorite haunt.
Running on empty every voice wondered where its body had gone.
The cave witch’s broom, flares–All those who enter here shall know nightmare’s pitch.
Inspiration, when two worlds converge, unplanned, and you serve as witness.
Dreams washed up on shore, all part of Beauty’s parcel, to move us, then fade.