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Sedition

Sedition

Who filled all space when wings were clipped
Took to the hills with swollen feet
Pigments piqued with proton pumps
To stand alone in sublime consternation
Limitless
Scathing inroads of insult
Whose decay buried by structural spurts
Dragged across a bed of thorns
To substrate vice and sight unseen
Whence bleeds the groin of war
Arms forced outstretched and pain untold
Camouflaged to run amok
Dugout in some helminthine disguise
Such variation cache knit
High fluted brow
Bright flares of dubious regeneration
To those wasted hinterlands
Charging volley sidestep steep
Such brief sedition
In a sack of landfills
The enemy is at hand you say
Picking clean the overlord’s overload
Threadbare on a length of breaths
All is fantasy except for my demise
Proffered by some stained hand
Your words are wise

At the dawn of sparks

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