A Horror
i lay searching
the night-grain nothingness.
discharged from the world.
still, It comes.
oozing through undefined space
in fire-grinning simplicity.
humming like steel .
It beckons.
and i am ready.
but It has long been in place --
this....dying
as all men die --
slowly,
by suffocation.
yet,
the black streaks
violet and orange.
you stir.
your untainted eyes open.
hold me
precious wife
in the world
a while longer.
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