my imagination has died
no surreal cliches
no sky's on fire
no flying octopi
swooshing out of
Breton's mind
no desire to
see more than the tree
or catch the resonance
of other curtains of auroras
above every pyramid
in the occult's directory
my imagination has died and now
I can see the unreality of the daily world
Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.
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