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Metronome Midnight
I can’t sleep
Thorny thoughts teeming
Feral fangs of conscience
Rabid with impatience
Questioning my answers
Because I have none
I can hear it prey
On my amniotic sanity
Salivating the palatable silence
Metronome midnight
Pounding my constricting chest
With an unmerciful thirst
To feast
I feel
Ravaged and discarded
Like a mangled core of Eden
Speckled with blindness
Desecrated with fate
Opaque prophecies
Of disheveled doom
And earth
I lie in sweat
Cold, bereft
Concrete voices grinding
The aniseeds of distress
Blanketing me with torment
Devouring any hope
Of putting my mind to rest
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