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THE FURY

In the light
is the darkness
the dead who thump by
in their own prolonged misery.
Today, that quiet corner
sees commerce
durable transactions of
deathless life-
amongst the efflorescence
that which is so- effulgent.
Crows and pigeons watch
wait, wail from the perches
these are
the witnesses
the quarry
the suffering fatalities of
interference.
Now, there is only hope
dreams
castles in the air, aflame
and the moats overflow
reeking, to a point:  where
even diamonds
cannot hide from the fury.


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