Sticks his finger in a socket to
Get shocked and then again
Does it until the end
Unsound and unwise is the mind which
Explains this as a natural twitch
Thereby good, trusted, and must
Be encouraged until we are dust
And these un-voices in my
Heads invariably lie
Their dark barks
From the original black marks
In front of Him, fade and die
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
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