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[corporalchiron]

Getting a good tan can be dangerous

I pan the still horizon
Matted, as if on pause
And project anticipation
Into its gaping maw

Its rugged desolation
Is hanging in my sight
Lingering on strenuous weeds of sound

As if I were guessing my own next thought
I gaze intently onward
Riveted to the spot and bolt upright
In earshot of the call

Darkly leaning inward
from an
impossible
angle’s
hell
Another part of my soul looks out
Trying to sense the master’s spell

No dice….

Some “Transnationalists” go for a walk

“…let us go but for a while
and we shall spin suprises
wild as fire,
free as sin,
let the harvesting of earth begin!”

“New temptations
flit about
our mental hives; we grow and shout
tantamount to taking all-
We knew before we’d drawn the straw
Ours was the lot of plenty!
Ripe and for the taking!
Yes, indeed!”