Gary J. Gunning Poems

Cataclysmic proportions
of a diminutive state.
A boundary with no walls,
an infant with no escape. From void to essence
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I remember not, all the past
Violent dreams, with misheld asp
Cowering shapes, too vague and disturbed
Plunged and raped, my mind's central nerve A visitation, not held with any honor
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The sandman erupts
A form, just for us
Dark tinges filled
His spectral form
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