Non-Erotic PoetryAfter the DeathquakeAfter the deathquake
A hundred shaking hours
Of pointless nothing
Dread anti-silence
Boring deep in the mind's
Third Eye shutting off
All memory
All rhythm, all
Connection
To real life world and sound
A bird twitter blocked
Or never was
What was real
Black absorption
On the edge
Of sight and
Thought,
Now inside
Insidious
Corrupting.
I slip and
Join
My brothers
Forever More.
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