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The Devil I don’t know

September 21, 2006

In the water of azure sea, boats of miniature and all sizes beside,
roll in the distance, the stubby aircraft fly sullen above,
can’t tell how far away or close.
Beach as sugar sand reflects white sunlight in all directions at once,
and the sky begins to rain red clots, hot and molten,
some smears burn and others reek and toil the nose.
I, young and old at once, feeling the fire, smelling the sulpherous emmisions
am not afraid, I do not flee in dread or rebuke, only plod on.
Knowing not that I should not.

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