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Twister
a vacuous gunmetal dervish spins
column of swirled perdition
howls like Bedlam let
loose foundations
yanked uprooted–
–stare deep in
its eyeless
last face,
hypnotic
swirls
the
streamers of graphite sky curl down
like monstrous wiry arms
war of the world
deceptive in
appearance
weak;
insanely steady its fickle
course, this berserker balls
voracious with revolving
maw inhales...
Friday 5th February 2021 4:00 am
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