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Night World

Late night world in a burning city
Signals, towers satellites wire-crossing tightrope walk the garrote
Shrunken effigies of prehensile vestiges manufacture digital facsimiles of Light
Fossilized remnants of (once was there some thing there?)
Perpetually mock&mimic the action of mind&tongue a tragicomic drama
Drapes mass sensorial shores like a inevitable reign of carnivorous diminuendo
Dreams are the diminishing currency with which false and fatally tarnished idols
Buy&Sell slathering shoals of opaque eyed preprogrammed pinpricked spirit
One Huge Electronic Current Pulses Ceaselessly
Promising Gifts are hidden in plain sight
Blessed by The Darkness of One
Late night world in a burning city . . .




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Written on 2015-08-01 at 11:13

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Yes it is quite dark. Very well written and not too far off I am afraid.
2015-08-04


Åsa Andersson
This has a real Blade Runner feel to it. Dark, but I like it.
2015-08-01