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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
Duncan
Written by Duncan (Duncan Alexander)
Published
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