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Titan of Madness
A falsetto in otherwordly
Sounds, pulled from air
In a purification of smog
And fog, like a doorway
Between worlds, for some:
A point to disjoint night
Mares in stares into mirrors,
Fingertips dipped in candle
Wax eyes…
[It was all a dream,
all a production in a berth of cool sheets
And pillows drawing
Yarrows as they are fluffed]
For others:
A song of a Titan
Of madness,
Sitting on a throne
Amongst
A jutting and
Rolling
Wilderness
Of
Cliffs.
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