Tropical Fishfood
Fire pounds the walls of my brain,
Lights the rough inner surface,
Sheets it with a gold agony---
Rages through the different levels,
Scorches all my memories,
Leaving charred charcoal corpses---
Upward toward the nursery
Where Concepts, lined like infants in cotton cribs
Perish in their sleep
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