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Aaron JonesThe Horror
Time's an earthworm, though I know not why.
I saw it in the garden of the haze
as it teased the tulips at its leisure,
feeding on the dead, decaying days—
The sight surrounded me in scarlet seizure,
and I trembled, though I know not why.
Night is fluid, though I know not how,
and yet it hangs, a thick, black, smoky pall
that shifts the shade, a velvet dress of dreams
to cover daylight, modesty and all.
I trail my fingers through the childish screams—
I can hear them, though I know not how.
The past is present, though I know not why,
in every song that travels on the wind
to echo in the void of evermore.
It frosts my photographs with teary tint
and finds me prideless at Nostalgia's door—
My heavy heart is pinned upon the floor,
and I hunger, though I know not what for.
-X2A