Melting into the fire.
Oblivion drawing ever nearer.
Feel the ice growing inside.
Turrents of airs rushing past.
The song in my ears becoming clearer and ever brighter.
Symphonies of colour blending into one and separating out again.
Dancing clouds moving in harmony.
The wind drawing out my existence.
Passion raging like a cooped up demon dying to be free.
Every sense alive and open to every possibility.
The life in every pore.
Exploding in a vision of stars.
Soul flying on the wind to the deep blue of the sky.
It is over.
The end has come.
The end is now.














Comments
I like this ... the imagery's really good, especially the fire in the first line and ice in the third ... although 'couped' should be 'cooped' and 'maelstrom' should be 'malestrom'. And the end line ... I think perhaps that just needs a little tweak. Due to the wealth of language provided earlier in the piece, the term 'it' might confuse a few people (I was baffled at first). It could be easily improved, to something such as, 'the end is now', to tie in with the penultimate.
Imagery is something I seem to do well on, although it appears my spelling has gone a little wrong, although I shall leave maelstrom as it is as that is how it is spelt on my name.
I like "the end is now", it makes it clearer. I suppose what makes sense to me isn't necessarily clear to everyone else. Thanks for the comments anyway, I shall go and review it!
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Bex
"So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past."
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Entering a universe of sanity and metronomic order with quite-mad coocoo newness...
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Bex
"So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past."
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