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A place with no ending

I'm wondering now if

Tomorrow, when I wake up

I'll forget this day ever happened.

 

Its wake of consequence absently

Sounded in white noise voice,

Soft whispers of a great taboo.

 

Pathological History:

Even for Me there were nice things

 

Sociopath Society:

Persuaded subtle rejections of pain

 

How dense can conventional apparatus be?

Contriving comfortable ignorance,

An inconvenient dream.

 

Postured hope urgently praying for

Well behaved inevitable endings.

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christopher-blanck
American
Published
Oct 18, 2012
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