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Salon of Solo Poetry for Critique - Five
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Poem Number 3734
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Commentary:
the moon inhales a gross rhetoric,
the burnt umbilicus of our thought-contraptions
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while her rough ligaments bind
and entwine our ghost limbs, our neural fissures
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we bleed the inimical perception of machinery
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we wrap our raw
minds around the graph work, the time clock
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until sleep seems the last landscape of dignity
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Or 'on the broken eggshell of consciousness'
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