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Sep 2012
Time has put a vagrancy on my mind

Subdues conformity and material worship

With scalding epileptic convulsions of imagination

My mouth blood-stained, shrieking like a pianting

A painting by Munch gives way, yields, yes yields

To an unrelenting detonation of the unconscious

An existential filter of real or imagined transformations

Which by miraculous tongue restores a belief

To wonder and levies no compass on perception

Yet reveals a tormenting estrangement

That does mount a strenuous and contemptuous protest

Against familiarity with agonized shrieks of obdurate tenacity

Where the phantoms of my imagination enact their mysterious mysteries

And produce a poetic alchemy of violated imagination
Edgar Whitman Wilde
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