.
Are we the accidental
targets of incursion –
strains and emanations,
dull or lapidary, that not
.
only may have wrought
each vein and capillary
but have filled the brain
until it spills with fraught
.
extremes and reams
of untoward dreams
which, over time,
sufficiently experienced,
.
randomness will always
cause? Or are we products
of quite other laws? – less
mindless intervention
.
than the meretricious play
of someone’s en-passant
intention? Say, a lazy demon,
dabbling crafty fingers
in a pool of water, savoring
the crazy phantoms that
appear – that maybe shaped
this evening’s vision
of a slaughter, of which
you wish whatever power
put it there would rid you.
(You didn’t do it, did you?)
.
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