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Conflagration
mrclubb

I sit alone in the dark and count the days
 1
the man on the corner says the end is near.
 2
maybe I’m starting to believe him
 3
(does that make me crazy)
 4
 
 
fourteen hundred sixty five
 5
walls black now, the days counted
 6
        (or was it six)
 7
 
 
the prophet cries outside again
 8
as the smell of Oil stains the air
 9
 
 
(one) (two) (three)
 10
 
 
four lines diverge and come red again
 11
the arabian god-king falls
 12
 
 
open my eyes
 13
dream, no, delusion
 14
 
 
(five) (six)
 15
 
 
I feel a breath on my neck
 16
I know this feeling
 17
 
 
not death or Death.
 18
 
 
no sound as the spark comes … ignites
 19
 
 
Prometheus unbound.
 20

2 May 07


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