Becoming

Lost in a maze of meaninglessness
Where things take shape and form
Adrift within the twilight zone
Impregnably, he stands alone
To battle yet again.

The dream is now the only thing that is.
Here nothing feels quite real at all
And the power of the void is beckoning.
Sweet and sultry, sinking in
With every breath he takes.

He is becoming
Something no one
Ever knew before...

? Michaelette ?

2/6/2002
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Take me home...