Shadows Drowned By Night

“Thoughts are the shadows of our feelings — always darker, emptier and simpler.”
-Friedrich Nietzsche

Somewhere on the slippery slopes of consciousness and sleep

slithers thoughts that never shed their skin

never seen

never seeped in

lingering

in the darkness of fears

layers of lairs of

snakes’ nests upon snakes’ nests

an orgy of a serpent’s imagination

as a hawk’s shadow circles

the skampering mouse

and even the simplest of inspirations

such as hunger

can swoop down from the sky

and gobble us up

before we can even

wonder why.

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