

last weekendlast weekend
last weekend meant dirt-filled eyes with numb heads.
Time wrapped around a little finger
slipped away along dancing blue-gray chains
of ember as Confusion and Chaos presented,
quite nicely, slipped past sense.
reflected shivering voices moved lost
in the synapse Ants marched out one by one, a perfect lie chemical-trail
crossing the front, dredging up mud.
Silence gave way to crashing crest
and heads,
speakers reach heightened pitch
with filth flung from fans.
dead light sound cre
ainmosni
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"every new beginning comes from some other beginnings end"
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