Musings #3

It beckons to me, the long good night
Rejoice, rejoice for the dying of the light
If the earth is a hologram, then nothing is real
Not fields of poppies, nor famine
Not you nor I are standing —
On this imagined plane where lines are constantly blurred
Nothing is real, everything is imagined

So it beckons and I beckon back
And I switch the light off.

Goodbye
Goodbye
Goodbye

Gashlycrumb Tinies

Gashlycrumb Tinies “K is for Kate…” by Edward Gorey

Thank you

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