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James Sep 2021
II
junk torrents of suffering
pollute dream pools
and reek of putrefaction

dead fingers dance
down trails of deviant memories

Life’s spectral scream
               ‘I am, but why????’
fills the firmament

frail needs
fragmented desires
mutilated faith
plastic fears

Television static from an infernal midnight

The shells of eternity

       Penetrating,
             Leaving, blind, bound and broken
                     the children of midday sun

— The End —