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                                           Light Under Tunnel

My sister’s fiancé began convulsing
“Huah”
She was not sure
Maybe he was mocking her
Tired of new twins sleepless nights
She asked him
What are you huah-ing for
But he was not there
“Huah” before he began growling
His brain removing this place
While his body found
Away to deal with the impact
Of tight jaws and trauma
Needing removal like dead limbs
Gangrene
Anyone is welcome to
A disease
The edge of a political-religious statement
Like late high school shootings Bomb laden terrorists
And the brainwashing
Brainstorming that goes into such events
Real life for everyone
Except the one shaking
Grunting, moaning, growling and pouf
Gone--
Calm back into the bed
We all sleep in together
New York City or DC
Back from black
And only God knows what place
Escaped
Cause if we could see
The convincing script
The point
Locate
The first word
Sound sparking fire
How marvelous an escape
When it is deep
And we have left others
To suffer
And you are revitalized
And situations are past
In convulsions or death
And if you were the escapee
The limb or the disease
You don’t even have to remember
Perfect.

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