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 Clairvoyance Misc 10/21/2017
 Straws Misc 10/20/2017
 Perversion Misc 10/19/2017
 Afterthoughts Misc 10/18/2017
 Absurdities Misc 10/17/2017
 A Pilgrimís Woe Misc 10/16/2017
 The Myth Of Domain Misc 10/15/2017
 How Many Times Misc 10/14/2017
 A Sneak Preview Misc 10/13/2017
 Waiting In Wings Misc 10/12/2017
 The Flash Point Misc 10/11/2017
 Wild Dreams Misc 10/9/2017
 Prelude Misc 10/8/2017
 Parsing Misc 10/7/2017
 Ripped Apart Misc 10/6/2017
 Knife Into Us Misc 10/5/2017
 Ascendancy Misc 10/4/2017
 The Judgement Misc 10/3/2017
 An Opusculum Misc 10/2/2017
 An Opusculum Misc 10/1/2017
 Laissez-Faire Misc 10/1/2017
 End Thinking Misc 9/29/2017
 In Search Of Peace Misc 9/28/2017
 Forgetting The Hymn Misc 9/28/2017
 Imperiously Misc 9/26/2017
 Travails Of Vivisection Misc 9/25/2017
 Outplaying Misc 9/24/2017
 Wandering Jew Misc 9/24/2017
 The Biometrics Misc 9/22/2017
 Some Prelude Misc 9/21/2017
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Clairvoyance

The spirit hovers.
I am not interested in a
sťance. Let me come face to face
with the book to share clean
or unclean thoughts.

Not able to print my deep
angst. A clash of cultures. I
will call the unprinted scream. The
dismembered limbs begin
a dance of unfolding
the hate.

It was a jig.
Of scaffoldings for the
peacocks to shed their wings.
Everyone was falling for the green-gold
to be embossed on the dust
cover of life.

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