Wednesday, September 02, 2015

Hypnagogic Divagation

there are too many holes on the surface of our body.
each one an avenue for invasion.
assail demons, bacilli, legions invisible to sight.

ultimately we succumb.
without we'd never taste glory.
small triumphs trim days with modest laurels
as a skull's pale rictus 
chides from every orifice.

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