Resting spread-eagled on a plate of spinning happiness
Caught in tangled webs of song and voice
But shunned deep into a warehouse of remorseless stupidity
Devoid of life. Created simply to be a brick in the church
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What an interesting poem! Your stuff stops me and makes me wonder. Try my Lazarus, and also Construction and Fossil. I'll be watching for more of your poems.