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and follow on the things
when it was bearing down on you
identities to those
around the curling carousel
it twists in place
who are now them
to take from you and
all the tattered stolen souls
You lie there in the fugue
The rotten- ragged rush
whose sense of me is swollen
and distended into nothing
of fetid fingernails
Round and round and round
it goes