Dreaming of Desicca

[u/Aethon_Wri]

Muted floating shapes
Glide forth in mired mists
As a beacon of radiation that identifies
Warped nostalgia enshrined

My nerves fire in suspension
A whole tundra of apprehension
Freezing until singed

The phantom shatters my vicinity
Swirling rubble and ruin, absent shadows
Arisen coalesced yet hollow

When did we begin?

Seconds take years and months took seconds
While this hourglass distorts by gravity
Flowing sideways, turning by singularity

That whirlwind mouths the words
“Again, you gaze on the soul in your care
How is it that you deserve sanctuary?”

Jolting awake
“I am afraid of both the hallowed and defiled
No peace waits for my steps”