Déchirure dans la lumière fantastique, or Trip the Light Fantastic

Déchirure dans la lumière fantastique, or Trip the Light Fantastic
Screaming into the wind
Silenced by the rush
That whips by the open window
Intrusive thoughts from the top down
Grandparent, parent, child, apo
Unable to unfold itself
With the snap of gods finger, the air calmed and
I was left with the scars on my skin
And the blood on the page.
With no explanation
No response to the questions that rips
Into the light fantastic.
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