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Navigators
4 am, november 6 2002
weaving songs of gray black and blue
weaving individual ones just for you
they come
they will follow the commands and take you away
for they are your nightly navigators.
faces constantly in shadows but arms always outreached
tattered garments and gowns reveal their graceful feet
ash and alabaster
coarse and slender
male and female
winged and walking
one and many
beautiful and distorted
melancholy and gothic
grayscale never colour
you never want to meet them but when you do you would not think of leaving
such perfect knightly navigators.
they will bring you away
and walk behind you as you enter, eyes closed
into territory unfamiliar but not new.
within the murky swamps of nightmare fog they cannot assist you
or help evade that monster on your trail
or erase those gruesome images rising forth to haunt
neither will they dance with you in those empty crowded hallways
they wouldn't wipe the beads of sweat on your worried forehead
but they will shield you from those screaming stars
until you wake
they are your nightly companions.
reminding you that when they visit
you are always alone, self-confined with them
the unforgettably majestic beings
that fade away with the consciousness daylight brings.
you're trying to recall
but you don't remember them, do you
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