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The night I ditched the sleeping pills
and stalked the flickering green corridor
I felt the air blow a curdling chill
and there it appeared as a condor.
Perched amply on a wing chair
its chin resting upon its clavicle
with a physiognomy bane and bare
I pondered at the beastly barnacle:
A carnivorous kite of sheer madness
with hunger no man has yet discerned --
with blood it rivets neurosis,
holding captive the eidolons.
And so to it made I a simple oath
That I shall come to it before I go.
Revised Version 2011©
Pmel/Phamiel
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