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It amazes me

I think in blue rhyme

of language splattered

across sullen minds

of timid boys

pistol whipped by sergeants 

and bullied into 

this transgression

by subconscious dreams.

Hidden desires

left unfermented

fossilized in back reaches

we cross that land

avoiding Mongol warriors

& wicked con artists.

And of fire

these eyes burn intensely

with that overflow;

the raging impassioned cry

of search and defeat.

This game is not over yet

No, this is not the end of it.