Ominous, the dark tower
--a grand symbol of covetous power. Dubious, a vacuum extracting, a sacrificial alter, jacking cognitive potential. Gone, the Provider's existential harvest, flowers, sensual, tiptoe, powder and perfume, trick another shilling, then de-bloom. Crushing with permanence, the frail light, the warm soul, --a giant, an emblem-- the smash of a hammer, sparks, like men, scatter. Waves blast --frail nature trembles. Mulching mongers of every profession --weary travelers. Heals on bars, elbows resting on chatter find refuge in digression, find relief in what doth not matter. While others catch sight of the monster, freeze in awe and wonder, question the very air they breath! and surrender to it all. (dedicated to Bert Hall)
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