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Jun 2023
It all looked unfamiliar
and felt the same,
as if a veil had dropped
or had been raised.

Inside utter darkness
brightly shone
on rows of blank spaces
and beds of bone.

With so much of nothing
everywhere,
an air of emptiness
filled the air.

He peeked out through the mouth
(it had no eyes),
but shrinking at the sight
of two skies,

he stumbled back inside
and slept once more,
dreaming he was alive,
forevermore.
© 1992 by Jack Morris
Strangerous
Written by
Strangerous  New Orleans
(New Orleans)   
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   Mike Adam
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