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To Dare

There is a train trestle
that crossed a black river
at the edges of my childhood home.
(near a smog factory
waste dump)
There was strange graffiti.
including the word SCHNACKI
so very provocative in its mystery.
(painted by hash flayers
or opium eaters?)
And tags that could be deemed: Satanic.
(Id very much like to hear
you pronounce Satanic)
Years later I returned there
And it was the same
Only dark and abandoned
I had a bottle of liquor in one hand
And a lit spliff in my mouth
Dressed in the height of fashion
Fully clothed I dove into the depths of the black river reaching forth/reaching forth  
(Surfacing from a dark eternity  
I could feel the Satanic graffiti)
I have never been Satanic...
I surfaced as a 007 agent of the strange and fantastic  
Written by Cipher_O (Zero_Stillness)
Author's Note
To fall is to fly.
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