To confront his terror
he changed the game
plan for a mystery dive.
The custodian of a flame
will show serendipity.
Sun was enveloped in a dark matter.
The Teflon has disappeared.
You will remember the things-
you did not understand.
Someone nips at your heels.
You run faster. The evil
was flying home.
The house was in disarray.
Give me a comb to keep
the dark figures out.
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Author:
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- Category: Nature
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