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Bumps of darkness
Across the flat line of reality
Small but seen from the shore of allusion
Coming, going, changing
Bumps of darkness on my soul
Reality holds them not, only the allusion of time can
They ripple across my brow
They appear without desire
They leave upon blades of fire
Scorn my reality
Look within...


Robert Hayden Pursell

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