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Terrible blind whimsey - a duel of one,

    Anathema and invisible, caterpillaring

                                 under leaves,

    Sailing tall and blind

        into an inferno of peoples'

                                        eyes,



    Anthrax beelzebubian plaguemaker to them;

    A diefied ignorance - you cannot

                                 shake my feet.



As if a wind has any chance against the leaves.



Solipsist.



in the void, our people's need,



                 terrifying



                 blue sashay across our dance of time,



Seperate, alone, petrified flesh

                 under putrifying apathy,

                 stagnating posterity

Under dark flashbulbs:



    Earthquake takes the libraries, until you hold



                 Hostage

                                 the only book left,

                 sallow tome of sanctity,



With no languages left to read the dance steps,



                 the leaves remain,



Longing for the wind's sweet, halting breath.