she's running

The clock is ticking and she is running down a hall infinite.
"Where are you going, Dear?"
Her legs keep moving and her soul is churning.
"What are you running from, Babe?"
The end of this hall is an illusion that she cannot realize. She keeps moving (in slow motion). Her arms flailing, flying, running wild.
"What you're searching for is here. It is here and it is inside me."
The clock is ticking and she's running. The clock is a mirage in a desert sky beaming bright.
"Lets dance in the moonbeams, Babe. We'll be surrounded by nothing. In all directions - Nothing. Lets dance. Free ourselves from the constraints of the complications."
The end of this hall is an illusion that she cannot realize. Her eyes are filled with frantic milk in which nothing is reflected. She deflects she deflects she expects the impossible.
"What you're searching for is here, Dear. It is here inside me. Inside forever."
She keeps moving (in slow motion). Her arms waving. Her arms attempting to transform into the wings of the falcons of the black night (so useless is all of this).
"The end of this hall is an illusion. An illusion forever.
"I am here trapped in this elevator (dead).
"We will be separated.
"For forever."


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