i cannot forbear
or quell
this eastern swelling wind
restrained in this sanctum
to reign
by the nape of it’s neck
is this incessant itch
and annoyance
with no relief
to populate
and multiply
often I
burn out this lantern
and waste seed
on pallid skin and pixelated eyes
on apparitions prone to dissipate
this fluttering heart
reduces it speed
when hitting the speed-bump of the next victim
only a forgettable thud

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