The organ played – harshly, sadly and slowIt would render a solemn tune, muted by a distant black crowAlone in the field the bird cackled aloudDrawing glares and scowls from the dwindling crowd The mourners shift and stretch, yearning for the service to be doneThey are sustaining their gaze ahead, toward the bright shining sunNow…

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When you are only 3 or 4 the terror will render you frozenMuted from the ability to cry out in fear, From expressing the horror that would be likely to crush you. The figure of a shadow could be seen heading down the hallIts image would obscure the light from the passagewayThat would otherwise reveal…

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She speaks a various language.*                                                Bound in the bardo bereft     vaguely present, almost dead.For fucking shining aloud            let me    back in. Come again, sustaining terrorCarve my shadow on your cave wallsRender me a soul, source me     mystify, crush, obscure me          in your deepest gorge       confine, stretch, reveal me     Let me wobble               stand. Details shift.…

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Emerge shining, misshapen.No more can they confine you. Rise and stretchthe figure once buried, obscure, stinking under history. Escapethe shadow of decency that bound you, open the huge mouth we muted in payment for terror. These details have faded; the young abandon old scrolls, a forgotten fieldof study. In this present, you glory in gray…

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thoughts emerge aloud, unintended, launching like a hunting dog set free, with field bound abandon, formerly muted details escape, mystify other patrons in this grocery store check-out line  what item can I buy to reveal the difference between how i see myselfand how others figure me? i look for obscure totems, seek what light or…

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Only interested in scoring, you are a terror who likes to carve out holes in a woman’s self esteem. My body remained a fine fettle as you used your sexual organ to try and crush my will.You became remote as you muted my NO’s, as if they weren’t said, if you didn’t hear me speak…

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Yesterday I went blind.No sudden crush of ebonied nightUnder which fractured stars emergeNo molten terror that does shift and spitover fettle, through weathered gorgeNo such desperate revealNo such merciful source Yesterday I went blind, and it did all to mystify. For as a subtle shadow, ennui did creep from lateral confine.With the ache of a…

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