Walking in Eve's shadows

"Who loves, raves." - Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Lord Byron

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Staring through dust stained windows

While the mind works its cogwheels

And trots from one thought to another

As the heart is torn asunder

Oh, how ephemeral these memories seem

So finite, so unreal

Like prancing though shattered glass

As the minuet silently fleets

Gently now,

With no sense of urgency

Retrace each step without hesitancy

Across infinite chapters and quaint vagaries 

Squeak squeak

A premonition. I sense an impending doom.

'Tis my squeaky eyeballs. 

I wonder what it means when your eyeballs squeak.  Mine do, and they are loud.  

MAI EYESSS

I sleep at an average of 4 hours per day.  Story of my life.  It is either that or total insomnia. 

Maybe it is time to consult a doctor.  

Or maybe I'll just get some catnips.

Till then,

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Illuminate

I am but a shadow in Your luminescence
So please,
Let not the last gleam perish
Lest the heart emerge void of essence

A guise in verse

And all the world is for fools and dreamers
But the masquerade shall endure
When the eye deceives, and the mind altered
The spirit shall rot in veritable spectre

Down down down to the ground

I can feel it.  A waft of scorching molten heat coursing through my veins.  It is coming, and helpless mortal that I am, I was brought to my knees.

Please Lord, I implore Thee, I cannot afford to get sick :( I have two essays due and a test to sit through.  As litanies escape my lips, it is to You that I turn to.

Till next time, hopefully with better constitution.

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