Lighthouse, Artist styles of Olga Kvasha and Don Dixon <lora:Entyposi:1.0>

Beyond the silent Pane Of glass, A steady Darkening

My heart Is a Vortex Pouring through Channeled Rivers Of astounding Force, This muscle, This Atlas, In naked Revelation Of Ultra Sound

Outside, Wind buffets the trees Which sway and Saw Upon their Stalwart Growths

Hello, Friend Whose Ministrations Probe The epicenter of my (Torn) Hurt Where I am Brought Low At this, Weakest Link

I think About Everyone Who's gone through the process of Dissolution How it must've felt, Oscillations of: Fear Anger Hope Despair Resignation And how Distinctly Alone You are

Busted wing Cradled In this Bed of Firm White Walls, Talons curled Inward

Flirt up the nurses, who Smile and laugh as I Don my open back Dress Beyond a thin Flowered Curtain

Examination Machines Bleat their Alien Chorus, Uncertainty Quavers At the heart