PERISH THE THOUGHT

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RANTS & CHANTS

 

They always suggest

cleansing

that dirty mind;

the slick perversion

leading to conversion

into poetic thought

 

the poetry

attempting,

ever in vain,

to write itself

 

utter pretense

in one moment

crystalized by fervent faith;

the endless delusions;

the lies we tell ourselves

 

a moment of clarity

is too much to ask

 

They’ll keep harping

their voices echoing

in a canyon

of nonsensical sound

we’ve learned to ignore

 

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