a tunnel crowded tunnel vision,
smoke spilled on soiled shirts,
time taking time to hit the presses,
inside i organize honest verse.
clutching tight to the pain and plight,
plowing down my callused knight,
a seething throng of Abaddon,
levied an afternoon delight.
i hush get blind let a lotus bloom
open-palmed mad poised a sovereign heart
under full moon i plant mad blessings
to the tunnel abject i will impart
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