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11h
This skull whines in its
sagging baggage;

            toot toot toot

goes the rabble,
moving their thought
packages along

           the neural airwaves.

electrostatic convulsions
take the heart,

turning it into a neat
neon abyss

                    full of radio top 40s
and cardiological indigestion.

spectral oracles deliver their
diabetic sermons
near the kidneys--
                     It will happen soon,
             they say
                    

and in the brain a dreamer
kicks an unpinned grenade
around and
says:

what has happened
tomorrow
was
happening today and
will happen yesterday;

and on and on
it goes.
Written by
Will  20/M
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