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Closing Eyes
Closing of eyes
Dark rooms heave a sigh
Hinges cry in pain
In hot sun
Flowering shrubs fried
Like popcorn
White ants
Performing route march
To impose invasion.
They march crushing houses
And now our home.
Strange totems of funerals.
Our blood as thick as gruel
Anticoagulants
Aspirins and sleeping dops
Wearied by 'compromises
Nauseating molestation
Minor collisions and more
Mountains groan
Lightnings set ablaze
Thunder grunts.
Close your eyes
"Cause you're not used to.....'
Catastrophes of common life.
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