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Tuesday, February 21, 2017

Fool’s Parade

Death scenes, false, pale dreams
The absurd masquerade, dance
Invisible dress

In the great salt flats
Beneath the cold desert sun
Stretched, parched, and naked

Alone in the world
Beneath the wide, barren sky
Vultures in the blue

Burn me on these stones
Death crone, prophetess, love me
Grain of sand, I am

These baked granite dreams
A puppet in strings, living
Marching in the wind

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