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To believe you’re secure is to be yourself The delusion.
Below the surface, The form lurks.
Waiting.
For The light of collective greed to again pierce
The clay surrounding its ancient form.
And still more wait.
Cloaked just beneath your endeavor.
Our continuance is assured.
Not in The light.
Rather in our acknowledgement of the dark.
I stare into the features of The form.
Blackened eyes –
Throwing canopy into kaleidoscope.
I watch the deer slip between its pits.
It warps each leaf.
Twists every branch.
Contorts The light.
Slices reality.
Yet The form –
It fails to shift me.
This realization –
In The fear, fulfilling The resentment.
I am The form.
Therefore,
Do we consume ourselves?
Lost in The fear.
Blinded in the rage of The resentment.
Never again –
A lie the ignorant tell.
While The Fear cuts through reason.
Human ity.
While The Resentment drives another horror –
The Form.
If we knew the truth,
we wouldn’t dare –
to congregate around
these ancient forms
Halloween Daily – October 2025
The Lambent 