Our
demise in sense or
Sensitivity
victorious
In
ominous outstanding
Debts
of fossilized accounts
Or
filled in nerve endings
Blazoned
by imaginings
Tremors
felt inside the bargain
Basement
sea scape instantly
Underwhelmed
beneath the
Skin
so white it has no springs
No
rooms, no fettered forms of
Planks
or wires or attachment;
It
never fails to render its
Amazement
grown accustomed
To the
towering pillars
Of
clouds silver white across
The
sky; very few survivors ever
Wish
to tell the tale of the
Thousand
times they died before
Forgotten
real estate spun
Amongst
the barb wire
Cannon
trembling judgments
Fishscale
sin-severed faintest
Recollections
of an earthbound
Lightbulb
night incredulous; we
Forego
the common delusions
Take
money where they give
It and
work until the months
Are
gone the skin is dried
Upon
the bone and the
Victors
tally up the score.
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