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Barricade of Dominoes
For every query, a sedative truth
Supercilious codes downhill the roots
Surreptitious cards no eyes can muse
Of one gambit too bare for this ruse-
Sauntering thru and fro one crooked route.
Stocking piles in sophistication
Piece by piece, veneers of sublimation
Detrimental mirror of affectation;
A barricade of flimsy protection
Fall from grace in one miscalculation.
Such flaccid porcelain walls,
Quelling all hesitant vitriol
Your slightest graze and it shall fall
Stroking naked a threadbare soul,
Quaking down the depths of my hall.
Let the body collapse unto another
Amassing verve, harvesting vigor
Smearing a soul out of lacquer
When these stockades thaw into a river
Of rippling revelations beneath a maneuver
No signal fires, no encryptions
Walls will crash but this is not destruction
Cry mother, this is damnation!
Wail brother, this is abomination!
Kneel. This is revelation.
poem
by
Norman Santos
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