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a cloak about me
enshroud
my body
to disembody
my psyche
rotting
the rorschach
blotted
spots are
dotting
stars, my foretold
doom,
lauding.

loudly laughing
at how it’s
happening
the unraveling
travels of
paths
unmasking
the answer to
questions too
late asking
from the heavens
to earth, a fall
everlasting.

-m.p. 03/16/2017

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