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Three other-worlds phase in And out, in and out Again, changing as clockwork seizes time, As perception alters: The dissonant scream or Low-note moan, groan on And on, on and on Again, as the hill swells, As the body hastens, The road straightens, Round a block getting back, Back, back to the spot Where Christmas lights shine then stop Silent on the brow of houses, Standing blushed and blank-like, Square-eyed and box-mouthed, Winking at early dusk, drunk and Speaking only loud lies, An augmented argument With no alliances, “Save it for the jury! Love.” A hand; a passive cold touch To put an end to the second sight passed. Three other-worlds phase in And out, in and out Again, the only true world Is mine. Originally written in 2013, age 17
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AuthorSamantha is a doctoral researcher researching the power of figurative language in advertising, social media, and mobile technology. Copyright © 2022
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