I notice that I have nightmares only when I am afraid of losing Her.
They are not the twisted bloodied horrors that haunted the sleep of my younger years-
Instead She appears as a vast formless desert where one cannot die of thirst
Or as an ocean scoured of every living thing where one cannot drown,
And always always the sun beating down incarnadine.
Or it may be that I am that ocean.
They are not the twisted bloodied horrors that haunted the sleep of my younger years-
Instead She appears as a vast formless desert where one cannot die of thirst
Or as an ocean scoured of every living thing where one cannot drown,
And always always the sun beating down incarnadine.
Or it may be that I am that ocean.
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