I stared down the headless face of madness.
I sat upon
The crooked seat.
I look'ed through the handheld
Fence.
I beheld the dancing
Feet.
I crawled under the barbed-wire
Screen.
I walked my eyes down the
Stares
Of the mindless
Face of the
Machine.
Looking back at me
Tha-roo the dream.
It's not a person.
It's a street.
A street with hair.
A mist with teeth.
A fist of air.
A path to where.
A star beneath.
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