Thought Returned Screaming

Thought returned
   Screaming echos
Into the depths of
   Twilight's shadow
Like a demon
   Running her fingers
Through my hair
   Piercing memory
And yielding imagery
   Of worlds long forgotten
Or bound in chains
   Of time

A rush of words
   Breathing fire
Like gossimer wings
   Lifted to drink
From the whirlwind
   Leaving only the
Memory of spiders' silk
   drifting through my mind.

Thought Returned Screaming – copyright © 1998 by keith d. jones – all rights reserved
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