NO CIGAR

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the images flicker

in the still night

I am lost

     in a battlefield

         of thoughts

 

where truth is slain

 

and the martyrs are led

to the gallows—

unceremoniously slain

 

there is no inspiration

    in flashing light

the dark star of eternity

      shines for  

            the moment

 

the illusion is grand

        but no cigar

 

 

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