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In the stir-less night
Of nights that have no seams
Rooted in death, it seems
Down a narrow spiral path
They rattle like rattlesnakes—
Buzz like dozens of blundering flies
Monstrous weeds upon their heads:
They crawl and howl like:
Snakes, dogs, rats and cats:
And sore like hawks and eagles
Half-ignorant vial and rival ghouls!
Splashing and dancing,
In their world of grotesqueness
Gnawing and pawing one another
While prancing in the nightshade
As if on parade, until dawn…!
No: 2672/ 4-13-2010 by Dlsiluk
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