Embrace The Mora Inside A Gibberish Scream

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I
Who was the concept,
Startled,
Meandered to find
Abscesses
Posing as gravel.

Absurd
But
Logical.

When the concept becomes
Those who left
Then I become
The definition
Of the search.

And I found
Scales of flags
Strewn,
Humped
By the wind
Inside a mora.

Clowns, perverts, officers
And politicians alike-
Commenting,
“That seems necessary.”

When I gathered dust
I piled it beside
A thumbtack. I predicted
The wind would refrain
From humping,
Deterred by the prick.

But a thousand grains of dust
Impacted the border line,
Where soul meets body.

And a thousand doppelganger souls
Entered the waistlines of those confused
From a hip shake
Came the impending grip
Of something new. We stood trembling
While lustful onlookers
Embraced our shame.

And after the trembling ceased
We had new names.

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