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Daze

arisen,
countenance glazed, unshaven
amidst embers and wine,
butts and corks askew
in the tunnel dry of light,
shiny rails pillow for his head
he lay waiting for the Train.

Specter

she wore a black shirt,
a black hat and black shoes.
she accused: they trampled her ceiling
and rattled her floors,
and with black words
shivered her and her little black dog.

they hijacked her black phone,
robbed her leather black wallet
then made her show bare
all her black skin.

then on the black seats
in her black car,
by the apparitions,
they fled her away
into the black Night.
~ ~ ~

Hardened

I am stormy weather roughened,
dashed, left beaten on the fjord,
unsurmounted, rendered jagged by the peak
to wit, stripped of mine tattered garb.
though lost not of will and able
yet wonder when the caldron Chills

Insanity ?

here I am, arrived at this station

for having come this way before

and for feeling no benefit, nor lack of it,

I lean to trod them once again

them footfalls laid before, and

this time deliberate more certain

each the one most freshly taken.

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