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I spent the night at Angri-La
The horror there!
I thought I saw
the shadow of a
death trip,
clawing toward the light;
the temptation to
extinguish it,
to conceal myself
in rage
so that the death trip wouldn't
see me, was not
easy to resist,
but I found the will
to counter it,
hiding in my fist
So I released the light
onto the page,
onto the stage, where
the fighting flower
rages—
I spent the night at Angri-La
I freed my dead birds
from their cages
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