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Dark Fever
In this darkness of fever
behind wings of my chair
trying to be dead
like stones in the orchard
with the veneer of sorcery
boiling in the scullery
dancing backward on the sabbath
craving images of frogs
and old hags in the gruel
kneeling at strange altars
with the scent of green oysters
in this darkness of fever
behind wings of my chair
trying to be dead
like stones in the orchard
with the veneer of sorcery
boiling in the scullery
dancing backward on the sabbath
craving images of frogs
and old hags in the gruel
kneeling at strange altars
with the scent of green oysters
in this darkness of fever
Published 25th Apr 2022
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