Normal
Brandon Brooks

I gazed with unflinching eyes as the clouds dried and flaked like chaff from the fields.
As the gray devoured our skyward expanse and, 'lo, the colors themselves did yield.
  What should rent a fissure in me that is reflected upon the Earth..
That the poisoned lightning would reveal in flashes the prematurity of my mirth.
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What a skeletal wreck of man this is.
Transluscent flesh and feeble bone
The kind of temple where the whores and the villians try to tempt the holistic tones
Running rampant with free thought to free form in the free and clear
And the matters at hand are shelled out like lint at a laundromat to sift and focus on the bigger, better now.
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