Of a nightmare …

Into the vortices
of the surreal I fell.
Tumbling in a whirlpool
of fragmented memory
and unimagined fears:
spinning in the centrifuge of dreams,
to the substrata of the soul
where nightmares dwell.
In the nether world
of the unconscious mind,
I saw,
distorted and contorted,
the very steeds of Hell;
with pitiless eyes,
galloping through history
with bloodied hooves,
bearing war and hatred,
like a prize, proudly,
on their hollowed backs,
pounding the sweet earth barren
with snorts of war-lust …..
And all the stars were dust … .

About atomsofstars

Reticent .. but I hope my poetry speaks for me .. Favourite quotation .. ' Uttering a word is like striking a note on the keyboard of the imagination.' Ludwig Wittgenstein
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