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Apophenia Telegraphy (Poem)
Apophenia Telegraphy (Poem)
It circled crippled chimes where violent children filled empty stocking rhymes
They kept strict count of yesterday – always attempting to calculate their deaths
What's become of the children?
Were they right? Were they wrong?
Who's to blame when even the atrium of wrongness goes wrong?
Breathe in,
Breathe out,
Relax,
and Start from the beginning…
Breathe in,
breathe out,
relax,
and Finish the story…
By David Powers
August 22nd, 2007