by Suzán Jiván
In some doubt gazing down
far beyond genres of calmness
suddenly marred by harsh alarms
of imminent bodily harm
donned as pitted armor
in defense against decrepitness
Immediate impressions
stretching and flexing
with fundamental intensity
while making mention
of wildly textured
and arresting expressions
of desperate measures to no end
Still timely like frantic additions
to a fictional circle of friends
as quasi-collaborative havoc
clamoring for an honorary goth
Left at the door oddly
distorted and abnormally course
abruptly swung open without warning
in accordance with hinging
on the apocalyptic...
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