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Sep 22
embattled
masses

somnambulists
foaming at

the mouth
rabid

hallucinating
incurable

and a blurry
figure a

mad scientist
next to his

invention
stainless

steel
automated

animosity as
the thick black

smoke of war
begins to

obscure the
scene a few

yearn to
awaken some

dance the
sacred

kookamunga
some say

the save-me
prayer a scant

few ascend
translucent

eye-ball
shaped the

color of the
sky at sunrise
Michael Rudelich
Written by
Michael Rudelich  M/cave dweller
(M/cave dweller)   
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   Jimmy silker
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