Forgotten I am the river of unmindfulness, flowing around you silently. One taste and you will drift into my world, full of ghouls that I cherish. I conceal the truth, the gatekeeper to your youth, forgotten memories, when you were most uncouth. I am the stream that will rock you to sleep, quench your thirst, docile like sheep.Is this Elysium surrounded by machines? Shake me awake from this endless dream.
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Gurudo’s Gauntlet
Gurudo was stretching, controlling his breathing, and counting down from fifty. This was a ritual, he could hear the crowd above stamping, rumbling the ceiling of the chamber that was dimly lit. Rancid with the smell of blood and rotting flesh. He is a fighter,…
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Desert Dunes
On desert dunes, I stroll alone, Amidst a sea of burning stones. Beneath the fiery sun’s relentless glare, I walk endlessly, with words of prayer. I stop to rest under a Bodhi tree, A fragrance of the unsettled sea. Filling my goat skin bag with…