THE HARVEST OF THEN

Dedicated to David Milgaard...I have a slight clue about how you must have felt...

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Reprieve of dissonant recalcitrant obsidian night,

echoing in neutron etch-a-sketch,

carmel silver universe,

registered in regolith of magical retroform,

harbinger of outcast neon wilderbeast wrecking ball,

neutron mask, echocast in ripplecast outcast opportunity.

Mutation of incarnate distal sadism,

remonstrated in the emancipatory,

deontology of midnight twilight,

recuperating the obtuse,

registry of revolutions,

necessarily open ended,

love formed of rhetoric,

and the semblances of addiction,

open to the amber sky's burning blue,

harm, churning survival,

into the remnant of appropriated apportionment,

seething hopscotch rooftop absinthe,

synthesized in cloistered chemistry,

abandoning the ion,

for the hurt is relative,

to the small revolutions,

forming the godsend,

or your thoughts echoed,

in the harvest of then.