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COCO SAID
A cool sense of tranquility overtakes my troubled spirit.
I emerge slowly from a deeply entrenched nightmare and proceed into gentle reverie, into quiet wakefulness.
Youthful ideals, embodied in vaporous form on the street below, are a black reminiscence, certain to return as a want, an untold want, having neither name nor substance, only a niggling dig that skewers my soul.
I shut it out, shut out the noise in the head: irrational thought, excessive thinking that leads to depression, to insanity.
I see but darkly my amorphous reflection and sense it is a phantom, not the real me.
From behind scudding clouds comes an awakened moon that illumes my way and shows inner turmoil in a light that's new.
This black shadow of the walking dead, cast upon the asphalt by a gracious moon, shall be my companion ...
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