Transcendence Digital Stories

I dreamt I found that famous mirror, peered within, and asked Strange words that echoed Snow White’s fearsome Queen But later, all my self-exalting queries were at last All answered in a different sort of glass And so, I questioned boldly in my dream: “Mirror Mirror on the wall Who’s the fairest ever seen? Who’s the end-all prototype, the Face about whom folks will write in dreams?” “Who’s more lovely than a swan of White, or Sunset in the West? Who’s the greatest Paragon of

Hello darkness, my old friend, / I’ve come to talk with you again Because a vision softly creeping / Left its seeds while I was sleeping… - Paul Simon and Art Garfunkel, opening lines of “The Sound of Silence” Strides of silence in silent night Rouse my soul from restless slumber, Draw me darkly through blackest light To moon-swept miles without number. “I am a runner!” shouts my soul In stormful sleep, in shredding shade. Gift or burden, I am not whole Until I pierce nocturn

Do not fall prey to this passing night, New life should leap into the dawning day; Pray, take us into bold breaking light. Cloudless blue beckoned us birds to flight, but fluffed and quivering, we tumbled into grey. Do not fall prey to this passing night. Now eyelids fall back while alarm sets off fright, and our Sun grins, greeting each neighbor on his way. Pray, take us into bold breaking light. Cool shroud of sheets enclose me tight, enfolding around each finger and tell m