You’re horizontal,
To the magnetic fields,
Corpse on the mantle,
False alarm, broken shields.

The fight is lost,
Neural synapses dance,
Victory is yours,
Stories – left to chance.

Confused by duality,
Probability, statistics,
Limiting unto infinity,
Permuting antiques.

You’re a beaver,
Hiding in your dam.
World on a lever,
Aristotle’s scam.

Drop your weight,
Ashes, cinders, smoke.
Rusting bygone gait,
In an eternal, invisible cloak.

Now you’re blue – out of breath,
And your countenance – calm!
Is this a hoax, or is it your death,
Christ, snooze that darned alarm!


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