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5,438 steps into madness

I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.
Edgar Allan Poe


The crowd approached the lens of the mega camera. Its gnawing rose up in the smoke of 5,438 cigarettes encircled in the density of that afternoon. Moisture brought a stench of copper and old gold and bits of coal intermingled with splinters from -what at simple glance appeared to be-  a human jaw. When it rains, Palenque is as fragile and shifting as mirages in the desert.  


The euphoria had taken over the town and made of the palenqueros,  clairvoyants. The exorbitant pressures on their optic nerve reached the braking point of their vessels. Seeing was no longer possible, now with bloody pupils, in the immense darkness, they became seers. 

The hour advanced in highs and lows precipitation. The cloudburst couldn't wait; heavy drops rushed down and some ran with paper bags on their heads, while others made a circle gripped by the handles of their coffee cups. In the distance a haunted chant: 

OTRA, OTRA, OTRA!

The mantle of the night caught fire and the howling resounding swindled like pinwheels.  The strange music of pain. In a defiant effort, they aimed at turning their heads like tourniquets as they marched on, insanely saints.

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Date: 11/7/2019 3:00:00 PM
Wow, this was such an abstract piece of writing that I became lost in these word and I think I may have taken the total number of steps in your title while wandering around reading. Very cool my friend. Definitely some deeply creative thoughts at work here
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Roxane Aristy
Date: 11/20/2019 7:57:00 AM
I appreciate your entrance into the surreal quality of this poem. Not many people like "abstract" as you call it, Chris. I envision this poem in a video form where the imagery will enter the scene like winds in an open window, Inside sits or stands, or paces a man/woman alone. This is poem is definitely an introspection.