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I am a gamma ray
a wild burning star
crisp like a starched cuff
creaking like a sea chest
i am a machine
out of order
lit up from inside
with an electrical fire
and there’s only doom
in fire bird form
blazing blazing
like comets in my head
death to responsibility
and to the
breaking of bread
anger is salvation
and love
a back alley
cut throat

by Jarvis Black