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The Moors of Your Mind: A Halloween Poem

Butoh artist, source unattributable

Butoh artist, source unattributable

in the moors of your mind
where lurk the moles of souls unkind
spying out your darkest dreams
amid the hum of silent screams

awakened hip deep in the mud
as chest-high waters rise in flood
you struggle but it pulls you down
in a boat, up drifts a blood-soaked clown

his hand grips a shiny new bone-saw
his other hand, a twin-hooked claw
your only hope; that you’re still dreaming
but wouldn’t you waken from your own screaming?


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