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there is no sunshine
in muddvile
there are thoughts
that could combine, no
binding atoms, no
construction of any kindone must reach down,
collapsing in distress,
fall to a sudden arrest
in the boules of Enfer
before one can arise,
attain a previous monotony
of realitystill quietness
a lull in time
cold touch of divine
preceding all events
questions whispered
in nocturnal light
hidden behind surrealistic sighs
and piercing eyes
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