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From Madness reaching

Screaming crow perched atop the flat screen,

messages from the otherside fold in to skin

invisble current

Flowing angrily against grinding teeth

The ruckus awakens deep within us

something terribly holy,

something irregularly pure

pouring

out eyes too awake for a somnambulant world

drowning in prescription whirlpools

Open door, mentholated air,

lungs bleed against the sky  falling

Crashing in to anything we beleive

anything we understand

miniscule molecules

explosively disingenuous

and broken

no longer original

no longer transparent

or beloved

Isn't it interstingly humorous

that our bones become hollow

from the words we forge

from weakened states

of being

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