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He was in his room, half awake, half asleep 
The walls of the room seem to alter angles 
Elongating and shrinking alternately 
Then twisting around completely so that he was on the opposite side of the room 
A trick of the light and too much caffeine, he thought 
Then came a knock on the door 
And this sound was the same dark-brown tone as the wood of which the door was made 
At first, he thought he'd imagined it 
Because it would not have been out of place with the other strange hallucinatory events of that night 
But then it came again 
Only heavier this time 
With a sense of real urgency 
So pulling himself up 
And stepping through pools of moonlight and shadow 
He made his bleary way across the room towards the door 
And slowly, apprehensively, raised the latch 

The latch became a fingertip, touching his own 

Energy sapping as a new form, transversing the edge of his emotions 
His power became his agony, his power knew no bounds 
Whereas before, his peace withstood the vastness 
His prerogative became an endless force of the all impossible 
His final soul is flying with contempt only 
Even the legendary glance backward to meet with eternity's stone in peace or save his already destroyed 
You cannot share, the temperature is rising 
The ghost and monkeys make a choice 
This... 
This... 

He tried to will himself back to bed 
He wanted desperately to feel the reassuring crisp, white sheets once taken for granted 
To be back home, safe as houses, protected by walls covered in familiar patterns 
But even wallpaper had become sinister to him 
He remembered staring into the paisley print and seeing a repetition of skulls 
At night he would listen to the click of heels on the concrete outside 
And try to imagine the facial features of the unseen figure 
He would always see his own face 
And another realization of this prophecy rang terrible and true 
For at this moment, it was indeed, his own feet that filled the shoes 
Shoes that no man would want to wear 

Into the hills then to search for another searcher's closely held goals 
Into the forest under the billowing leaves 
Under the dreadful birds, the singing soil, the decrepid babies, the unhappy new loves 
The preaching alphabutics, the long-lost lovers never to find the safety of their mothers 
In fact, all the guilty clouds he will move into a playground 
A sense of moonlight and shadow 
All the stars touch to the cold molten sunflower, fly to his middle eye 
The wallpaper had sinister tones 
Alas, white cold 
Alas, rainbow's middle infinity's destination. 
All life's drums drink from bottles and visioins are blinded

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