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March 13, 2018
8:44 PM
the nightmare (unfinished)

last night I had a dream of a machine
that had unspooled onto itself
the innards of a woman

then it became new flesh and gave itself a name
but those around it called it by its own
old sign

defending its identity it raged
but no one comprehended
it was a new thing  its own thing

and that the being which it had destroyed  it was no more
it was like barbed wire twisted
onto a thick flesh pole

it didn't ask to be explained
it didn't make an ounce of sense
it just defiantly lived on