Holly Townson
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Who notices the observers of the world?
Whose eyes are so enlarged
With remote thoughts, influenced speech;
Engulfing their entire minds,
Lights burn through the glowing weak.
Flicking tongues, writhing in spasm,
Articulation scored and abused,
False composure of secrets ignite,
The intrigue of sour promises elude.
Like the chatoyant eye of a midnight cat.
A transference failed
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