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The Epiphany
Risen from the living,
The living-dead
I spend my days
Making forays into...
Life
These quests are embodied
In brief moments of clarity
The product of the ever-illusive
Epiphany
A creature not bound to our dimensions
It flits from head to head
Looking for people who,
In the hope of playing host to it,
Have made room
Room for it to prosper
And grow
All the while amassing an army,
An army of niggles
That, if they do their jobs right,
Should become the instigators
Of another of those most glorious creatures
The Epiphany
The living-dead
I spend my days
Making forays into...
Life
These quests are embodied
In brief moments of clarity
The product of the ever-illusive
Epiphany
A creature not bound to our dimensions
It flits from head to head
Looking for people who,
In the hope of playing host to it,
Have made room
Room for it to prosper
And grow
All the while amassing an army,
An army of niggles
That, if they do their jobs right,
Should become the instigators
Of another of those most glorious creatures
The Epiphany
Published 31st Aug 2012
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31st Aug 2012 10:47pm
One thought that may help, or may just confuse is the suggestion that 'the living are the dead on holiday'
1st Sep 2012 7:17am
25th Mar 2013 1:23pm
An army of niggles
That, if they do their jobs right,
Should become the instigators
loving the lines :)
That, if they do their jobs right,
Should become the instigators
loving the lines :)
