eclipse Posted February 5, 2020 Share Posted February 5, 2020 Borders of dreams patrolled by guards without faces. Last night I dreamt about a figure with gaunt fingers covering their face with a mirror which had a hole in the glass, in the eye I could see a burning building and a needle in the soil with gold sovereigns piled to the eye. Shadows of those leaving the camp passed in the mirror briefly. Gold tears made out of fillings fell from heaven's keyhole onto the cheeks of the dead, the needle sank further into the soil. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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