thrust into the sudden trance of eternity
pale goddess, lost daughter,
come with us
we of the swamp's glow
we of the black-robed phantom in the hills
we of the night
choose your fantasies & your life among us
out here there are no chains
we are free from disguise
run with us
we call on you to dance
eclipsed is the view, shadowless the fate
“Opaque” was printed in Esther, No. 1 of Inwood Indiana. Pick up the paperback from Prolific Press; the stories and poems published online are free to read here.
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