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requiem for a wiggle

Posted to Action Poetry




dreaming of the void
mechanized affinities
multiplying out of control
just so long as control
is lost
chaos in ambiguity
if if weren't for something
like the "l" word
the darkness wouldn't be
dark
and the pain wouldn't feel

a rose's wither would only
fertilize and the sun
a rusty old wheel