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Tribulation

Tomorrow is nowhere, torn across the Perseid night in a blind cascade of lost-frame starfall. Tomorrow is nowhere, a mantra of spools unwound and floundered reels whose trails Spread a constellation across the abyssal anamnesis of loss - Memory veils long-shorn of horizon in the mourning. Tomorrow is nowhere.

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Literature

Tribulation

Tomorrow is nowhere, torn across the Perseid night in a blind cascade of lost-frame starfall. Tomorrow is nowhere, a mantra of spools unwound and floundered reels whose trails Spread a constellation across the abyssal anamnesis of loss - Memory veils long-shorn of horizon in the mourning. Tomorrow is nowhere.

Literature

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Welcome Home

    Dusk over a jagged skyline; structures of steel, glass, and concrete punch their way to the stars, dominating the lost horizon. Their windows reflect the dying rays like so many lighthouses, their beacons aflame against the night. The skies, torn with ragged strips of cloud, pale from a hazy, smothering grey to ever-darkening shades of brown; deepening shadows that are punctuated and emphasised by legions of electric street lamps, flaring into life for the evening ahead. Every ignition brings forth another erratically-flickering globe of green-tinted, sulphurous light that emanates a sickly glow, each a dying firefly i

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Tick.        Tick.                Tick.                        Tick- Tired eyes, an            aching w(hole)            in this relapse Ebb and wane,            bowed before            a broken altar Counting hours,            these days that            fall                 A(nd I've always)                         W(ondered)                               A(bout)                                  Y(ou)                   So I Wait for redemption in                   cold diffidence; A word, to break through                   my insignificance; This need to feel something,                   feel anything:

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