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Homunculus  Ago I watched a woman coax A fellow back from death. Sand clung to the drowned Man's shoulder, briny fluid Dripped from clustered hair Breath pushed lung to throat
In that moment inelastic life Crashed back upon the dead like a shadow tsunami A curl of pale and bilious gas Fumed from chimney nostrils Solidified in black to wight
A crowd appeared though I alone Observed that embryonic beast Queasy, shivering afright, I marked its flight beyond the foam And with a sudden acumen retrained my sights on death undone
Anon the surly imp invades My repose, persists, cajoles Courses as the Golden Horde Across the spear grass steppes Lodges of despondent darkness Curtains drawn in masquerade
Where to the sopping man, renewed, Removed I have no honest clue Yet, with Lutheran conviction: Beware the mirrored urchin clone Loosed against our universe Deceptive doppelganger who'd
Concuss humanity, earthbound Sedate the benefactor faction Throwing shade across the globe Foment …

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