They meet at colour shifts in dreams; sleep their nightly
rendezvous – confronting shades’ shadow disguises & dissipating confusion.
***
Sentences seed into sentience; taking root in slow
suggestion. Mapping minds; synaptic symbiosis. Brought into being, they are
boundless.
***
Waking to silence, she seeks solace in searching. She refuses to believe herself sole oblivious
survivor. Someone is here somewhere.
***
Their ride rages night’s skies sleepless, slumbering snores
below them ; specks of stardust in their wake.
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