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She doesn’t look, she sees
The black hole. Heading for her.
Scared of unfounded stories
Circulating in her head -
A brain-tumoured-tainted-untrained structure -
Cells multiply, you see, wildly
Deep sea squalls fling
Seas against concrete. Defences breached
By unaccounted time. Rhymes come & go
In this muddled mind of mine, multiples the arrhythmia
Of this, my broken heart, apart from the constancy
Of time passing, so many…



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John E Marks

John E Marks

I will try to express myself in some mode of life or art as freely as I can and as wholly as I can