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The Inspiration to sleep

the inspiration to sleep doesn’t take much

if any of the three

infernal organs

does It’s job

one escape is suspension

then, not even that

grayscale made Technicolor

and now it’s with you still

slipping, weaving, screaming like kudzu rust

 

pulling away from it like Velcro

and for a second peace

whilst the reboot-

hell, there’s the three again

so easy

to lapse

and away

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Published
Oct 6, 2010
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