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a mind running

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under the sun
the ocean the river
under the sun
blazing ovens
snatch the last
of overused ideas
penetrating my skull
with massive attacks
wine serpents
burrowing holes
through an invisible sky
already gaping
in the void
like a festering wound
of gelatinous yesterdays
losing lustre fast
i try to grab hold
of the fading summits
of a something so grand
now black and tarnished
oozing with the sap
of the lost
falling fast
falling down
getting up
is hardly an option
i can hear the sound
of awakening
as my door suddenly
swings open
tomorrow