Sometimes you
get so animated
when you
talk!
It’s like you
go inside yourself
and find the squawk
–
the belching
fire – the dark
and loud
desire for anarchy –
the lovely
lure of privately
chaotically derived
insanity
which makes
you tick
and sometimes
makes
whoever
listens to you sick.
But who
is this?
This counterpoint
to your
abyss?
Apparently
impervious
to being
bombed,
something in
him
leaves you
calmed.
.
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