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I had walked in circles through a deserted part of my mind and came again to the archway of double wooden doors, fastened with copper corners. This time I decided, I would go through. The doors opened to a remote clearing, surrounded by a wall to blank out an eternity of revisions. The night sky sparkled messages of hope across the misty heaven. I noticed the ghostly display of scattered impressions, and the green glow emitted from every art piece. One particular statue stood alone, surrounded by its fortress of fountain water. Protruded from the surface of the crystal clear water, this statue I saw was as a representation of my own from a past life. But this figure was not familiar to me or anyone by memory. A glistening plaque, reflecting light from the water, was placed at the base of this structure long ago, the hero's name dedicated to the last survivors of the new world. As I placed my fingertips along the engraved words, a flood-fill of thoughts and memories came rushing back, my consciousness invaded with horrific encounters and unbearable indifferences - - A stallion runs wild in the distance while farmers gather wheat and vegetables for the upcoming Winter. Dogs bark along the hills and children play in the streets with hungry chickens. A trumpet flails to the beat of an approaching death march. The dirty citizens bring out a body, rolled on a wooden cart. The body is covered with a ceremonial cloth, the crest of a familyís legacy. This was no death by battle blow, I thought. Someone had been assassinated from within the chamber walls, and all eyes look on me, unsettling as the cart slowly passes. The calm of the wind brakes as I skip a few round stones along the superficial plane. An echo rises from the bubbles of sadness, blowing upward to escape the pain of losing my life. The vision faded from my shattered eyes and I plunged into the fountain below. I suffocated in the submerging water and voices encouraged me to join with the sea. It was not going to happen for me, I thought. These shoes I spent are too expensive to live under the sea. So Lucky for me, I remembered to take them off and sent them away, away on a vacation, away to find their souls and selves. I soon found myself on the other side of the indifferent life I left behind. In the fountain, I drowned but continued to swim. I swam to shore with the fear of the unknown lurking in the pit of my stomach, and on the back of my neck. I didn't know what was to happen, or whom I was to meet, and as the water slowly drained off my cold legs, I could feel the pressure of another life, holding on to me with all their hopes and dreams. The warm ego-presence grabs my ankle and plunges me back underwater, where it is dark and murky. I canít move, I canít breathe. But I am in peace.

Open and read the pages of my DarkerMind
where one's style of writing comes from deep within.
I don't plan to change the world; just trying to leave my mark.

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The following comments are for "Redraft"
by KingDon

Interesting Idea
I liked this. It conjured up ideas of vast gardens or meadows filled with marble statues of past lives. Very evocative.

( Posted by: wrath186 [Member] On: April 29, 2005 )

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