call the doctor, stephen, i'm feeling strange
as she falls under the fever and darkness
she sees him
standing upon a floating slab of earth (that is not of this earth)
in a place that is not at all (more aptly, a nonplace)
a nearly infinite blackness, spreading
punctuated by swimming energies and swirling lights
he stands upon a path like a ribbon of crimson light
hair blown by perfumed winds of distant origin
flames crackling around him
hands in a threatening mudra, mind struck tight upon its object
feeling for the unseen
seeing the veiled
keeping the undying things lurking in the darkness at bay
a quiet war for the human soul waged unnoticed
hidden in the cracks between realities
she sees him
standing upon a floating slab of earth (that is not of this earth)
in a place that is not at all (more aptly, a nonplace)
a nearly infinite blackness, spreading
punctuated by swimming energies and swirling lights
he stands upon a path like a ribbon of crimson light
hair blown by perfumed winds of distant origin
flames crackling around him
hands in a threatening mudra, mind struck tight upon its object
feeling for the unseen
seeing the veiled
keeping the undying things lurking in the darkness at bay
a quiet war for the human soul waged unnoticed
hidden in the cracks between realities
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