Threshold -Zelazny-
"I know you are
specially designed for this operation"
the man twisted as the Old Stories
streaked gold across the wall opposite.
When the lights went out a
moment later , touching his throat , like
a piece of ice dictating :
' Lies about Man's psychological &
biological make-up.'
"I know ; I wrote it , seldom happy
& junk sick" Laughter from
the Alcatraz of his eyes
asking someone for The Synopsis of ;
Flight , wordless.
Hate , an active verb.
Fury , the inside of a furnace.
Pain &
silence...
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