For Charles Fort
Says True Science, Almighty;
Still we come:
Mummies, magicians, and yet more,
That move in your night terrors.
As long as darkness lasts,
The abyss will cry for faces: ours.
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The Book of ChangesYarrow
Stalks odd thoughts
To their limbic hidey-holes.
The world and your mind move
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