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About This Poem
slag worn centipedes
ragged thoughts
marching like stoned centipedes
to the slag heap of the lost
intertwined in eternity's brine
waiting to reunite with meaning-
a lightning strike- mind o fire
insomnia rapes the dream
splay the centipedes across the page
like autumn leaves o'er vampire graves
twitching feet in a gyrus maze
the destiny of brilliant beams
in the outback of the furthest ... reach...
sadistic magicians
wanding diamonds
back
into
centipedes
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