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The Black Hole Mamba (p. VIII)
Contributed by
Lee
on
Friday, 18th May 2012 @ 09:18:51 PM in AEST
Topic:
surreal
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When will we take Heed of heathens Worshipping Their whiplash deities In corners of plum dried ants Only to be Whisked away In the swirling rust?
Where will the land Become a wholeness of Jurisdiction?
Do you know our loss of the day? Spending pennies Grows hard as this Copper illusion Churns the poor man's Bones Only to be overcome By dust
A hand on the shoulder Pats us With a false courage Straining a scoured hawk language
Copyright ©
Lee
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2012-05-18 21:18:51] (Date/Time posted on
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