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Poetry Beatnik Paradox

Images hurt my sighing eyes
Fleeting thoughts of Life Gone By
Moving slow I stick in molassas
Moving fast I hit a brick wall
Music bathes my brain in intoxicating light
Darkness soothes my troubled soul
Everything coherant as the maddest madman
I swim along in desert pain
Everything is real for once
Then gone again in a flash of pain
And again I wonder how to take my leave
But death is but an illusion.


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