We must endure our thoughts all night, until the bright obvious stands motionless in the cold. - Wallace Stevens


3 nominations

. Travel to unimaginable places silently and unnoticed. Swoop down, through brooding halls and past forbidden doors; to glide along well-lit passageways of freely flowing thought. Find rapture where inclination thrives on the flames of passion and detail. Create images which defy all description: Hover on crests of wild emotion then, come cascading down through portals of harsh reality. Ponder unanswerable questions that linger on the black rocks of paranoia. And sigh.. As enlightenment donates its nourishment to the hungry soul.

© Pierre


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