Encounter

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Amazing is the frame
Of mind of mine
That tales of my days
My life like in slate reflective;
My existence I see in slides-
In echo verve moldering;
Of the child that I once lived
The, should have been youth
The wishful wished adulthood
And now, what I see of me;
A man with chopped head on
A butcher's unsteady prods
Let to roll caught in fatal twirl
Heading to hell's gate
All, flashing in the stillness of
First light when my head drags
My body and all limbs to wake:
Such is the complexity to which
I struggle to arouse my mornings

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