Inchoate – a poem

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Inchoate terrors realised for end

Terminator looming on the horizon

Eternal grandeur, the separation

Of worlds and heavens, soil and skies

Containing this dream; more to come.

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More restful spirits than I have

Come to bear witness, twitchy beings,

Eyes of smouldering orange seeing

Their way to impede progress for-

Ward, that terror growing, to horror.

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Recollections and realisations need

No explanations when come to full

Fruition, the dawn of new days found

Less horrific as they near, wonder

Grown and in a soul less suspecting.

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