Hackmeister by Mark Wanless

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Sep 2016

My friend the hackmeister
Pours his black blood still
And still the empty words sit dead
Until an animate breath of light coherent
Clairvoyes their meaning

all is nothing until perceived

Written by

Mark Wanless mpls, mn

(mpls, mn)

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