Clenched gatherings of black leathery wings
agitating against my breast
snittering and brushing close
As night stretches itself
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I like what you did here, and the strobe effect also makes me think of the way life grinds us down, one bright light, one missile at a time, the sticks stones and arrows of daily life, until we're completely worn down, red eyed..nice.
Strobe insomnia , wow! ! !