We have memories
that span lifetimes,
yet other ones
slip by the wayside.
Moments so momentous
they crash right out of
the frame.
We can't entertain them,
or even give them a name.
We certainly can't ascertain
with any certainty,
that it isn't just misfiring
exhaustion from a tired brain.
The moments
when we see beyond the veil.
When we realise
this life is only a tale,
and the world,
just a page
over which we will sail.
In these moments
we see
the other,
the extraordinary,
the supernatural.
Entities from dimensions
which live
undercover.
They sit undiscovered
simultaneously
next to ours.
We look up
expecting beings from Mars,
beyond the stars,
not noticing the ones
that pop through
the universal scars.
In those mountainous moments,
when memory has peaked
and leapt away from you.
It's not that your
thoughts have leaked,
but that these beings
are seeping through.
Creeping into the room,
trailing you, examining you,
probing the things you do.
Learning to mimic every move,
so they can consume,
then replicate
and reproduce.
Sometimes we hear them.
Voices when we are alone,
voices that sound like loved ones
when those loved ones are not home.
Sometimes the voices
even sound like our own,
If you hear them, don't entertain,
they will latch on
like a leech feasting on a brain.
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