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Can't Close Ny Eyes
When the floaters float
In the crepuscule of the west
Each a gut quivering,
As toothpicks hold my eyes open
Each is gut madness
Of some day gone by.
And if they pour fear and paranoia
It's a learning experience -
Close your eyes on them,
Ripping out the toothpicks -
But at my skull they grab
And the room fills with them.
The walls visibly close in -
Everything involved in md ken,
y terror -
Like the man descibing (the best example)
Of anxiety in 'The Tell-Tell Heart',
He is my Brother, kin and ken of my own,
On my watch, during my nightly vigil.
poem
by
Stan Petrovich
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