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[today]Jul 23rd, 2006 12:45:31 am - Subscribe


typeface
begins to
swim
upon the page

words dance
and re-arrange
before my eyes

incomprehensible
can't follow

bright lights
pinwheel
like
a carnival

dragging
a jackhammer
through my thoughts

scattering

thunder begins
in complement
to the lightning
inside my skull

spinning and twisting
ad nauseum

constant pounding
drives away
any rational thought

thudding
and
crashing

throbbing

blinding me

spinning
and everything

stops.

[I am]in pain.
[inspiration]hopefully it's evident in the poem.

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