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A twisting landscape of shifting shape and weeping colour

You stand and stagger, cannot speak

The world whirls, the creatures draw back

Or do they attack?

Warm smiles or dark grinning?

Warm words or dark chittering?

Joy and terror fight for your heart

A howling beast surges forward

Its blue rider dancing in circles of flame

“Taser, taser, taser!” the acolytes chant

“Nataraja …?” you reach out

A world blossoms into agonised beauty

Sparkling petals of pain

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  1. Thinking, thinking.


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