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A Summer Nights Waltz


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Speed limit enforced by air craft,

Winds kicked up feeding eachother under the

cloth like veil of cotton and wool held up at its hilt

vertical as the hills surrounding the estate.


The Tornadoes coloured all different dyes

pearls like anchored debris forced to endure the battering elements--

sometimes getting rest as the Catalyst slows--

quickly picking up again;

the red, green, blue and yellow room that fit

sixty or more, other Tornadoes waiting to be picked out by hot air,

their hair big -- some curled, others flat; all cheeks red with hope

only conveyed through their smile,

one gets picked out of many - swung to emulate the rest as


the Violins and Flutes pick up the Catalyst,

Trombone playing the beat.

Blue Danube is in full swing

the dancers looking on eachother with haughty intrigue.


Looking upon eachothers expensive attire,

wig and darker shades among them;

some of the lights too,

as Trumpets and Flutes finish off the piece subtly

exploding in a final resurrection of Violins and reincarnation of Trumpets.

They step off.

Formal introductions are over -- schemes, strategies and general interests are a'foot.


by Jeremy Swyck



"Unbearable, isn't it? The suffering of strangers, the agony of friends.

There is a secret song at the center of the world, Joey, and its sound is like razors through flesh."


"I don't believe you."


"Oh come, you can hear its faint echo right now. I'm here to turn up the volume.

To press the stinking face of humanity into the dark blood of its own secret heart."

"There's a starving beast inside my chest
playing with me until he's bored
Then, slowly burying his tusks in my flesh
crawling his way out he rips open old wounds

When I reach for the knife placed on the bedside table
its blade reflects my determined face
to plant it in my chest
and carve a hole so deep it snaps my veins

Hollow me out, I want to feel empty"
-- "Being Able To Feel Nothing" by Oathbreaker


"Sky turns to a deeper grey

the sun fades by the moon

hell's come from the distant hills

tortures dreams of the doomed

and they pray, yet they prey

and they pray, still they prey"
-- "Still They Prey" by Cough


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Colourful and dynamic imagery. The further into it I got the more I was reminded of The Sorcerer's Apprentice where everything escalated beyond control. Enjoyed the read.

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Interesting- very nice clear images- The layers of metaphor did defy me at first- but upon re-reading-liked the clever play...





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