The Ghost Of A Laser Beam
I would be a miracle
Caught in my display.
Another face and another name
Caught in a colored way.
Stylistic stipulations.
There is soft iron somewhere.
The ghost of a laser beam
Gunning at my head.
While I remember a dance
I never learned.
Dodging and writhing.
Running and writing.
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