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dance of the madmen (archives)

in the dark

before the dawn

eos slips

her mantle on

and madmen dance

out on the lawn

spin, scuttle, clop

for in the light

a toothless grin

or sunken eye

or drooling chin

betrays the madness

deep within

spin, scuttle, clop

and as the damning

daylight spreads

they waltz their way

back to their beds

to dance all day

inside their heads

spin, scuttle, clop

–image by ai

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