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blasted and bombed and left
in blood
strewn
scattered upon a bear skin rug
with the fireplace burning
skin melts like butter
spreading across the floor
as toast pops from the oven
golden yellow in colour
with crunchy crusts of brown
surrounding as form
all motion revolves in circles
built from the days of youth's endless rage
to revolt the power
that time leaps
across mountain-tops
and ranges of Ideas
so thought beckons again
the forces of Nature
as elementary particles
swirl through the night's pure songs
of dancing mystics and hopping frogs
in the fog of history
where truants come to play
games of mortality
reigning
the shape of life
for eternity to stay
evermore.