Hypnagogia Matthew J. Andrews

Hypnagogia

Phantasmagoric sunset lingering long on the horizon, an eternal burning of coals, the amber light reflecting as fractals off ghostly waters. Every breath echoes with thunder. Every wind is an undead voice.

See a door, walk through it, navigating with the eyes of your fingertips. Make love to the monster inside, let it smear your body like paint and echo your name in the chasm. Let stardust settle on your still shell.

Put the coals in the cavities of your eyes and pray to the water’s reflection as you sink deeper into time’s shadow.

Matthew J. Andrews

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