Moonless and
starless nights
Overcast
with charred air,
Laid down in
deep layers,
Give rise to
a ghostly form
That hovers
above my mind’s
Shrinking
amorphous shape,
Sees
insubstantial, sumless parts
Laid bare of
their senses with a
Doppelganger’s
swelling rise and reach
As it sifts
into dark corners,
Stretches
around my shrunken head,
Embodies a
classic form with arms and legs
To walk
toward a beacon of black light
While sleep
waits in the wings.
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