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The Great Yawning

skipping cross the chasms
glossing over voids
sense the breadth above us
see what's left below

stumbling by the warnings
stop relight and draw
start the hacking hawing
spit the glue and tar, we're

SOON TO BE
RELEASED FROM THE GREAT YAWNING
SINK OF GLUT MONOTONY

floating on the flotsam
gliding through the ooze
sense the depths so unctuous
oily sucking hosts

scuttle past the sentries
listing listlessly
hide the flaring itches
cross where no one sees, we're

SOON TO BE
RELEASED FROM THE GREAT YAWNING
SINK OF BLANK FUTILITY

try to hold act natural
try not to run
try to calm agitation
if asked reply
where you going? nowhere

©2009 W Cargill