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‘sitting, stinging, slinging
… pen to paper

… an authority,
gripped in a cacophony

a phony, mad cockiness

throwing random angles, as angels to faith, manic head full of fate

this tangled stasis, a mass awash in faces, displaces interest between

these jagged fragments, of man incorporating machine, to seize the world

in a capital scheme, the extreme of which, takes a cruel touch

to collapse a hateful trust, dreams to mutate dreams, mutilate and conquer

disagreement achieving, an uneasy humanity, moving slowly across the page

the tormented sage, spilling words of was-dumb, refused or accepted sum…’