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Raleigh D. Meadow

Reality’s Blade

365.26 scorpions,
the sting of another revolution.
Cobwebs h
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         from aband    d dreams,
as the young eagle flails,
in an old pigeon’s talons.
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Outside, excuses skip a     u, taunting.
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A loquacious lot they are,
full of themselves,
and curdled scapegoat’s milk.

Yet truth has gnawed off my index fingers.

It is I alone,
left to swallow the sword.

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