Phil Fallico

Many thoughts prick me
With the pain of an electric shock,
Leaving my mind a static mess of confusion
Server errors and illogical terror
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Soft fern spikes anew amid trees'
Sordid mortal fallen leaves
Faceless once Multiverse's
Sweet bang begun
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Helping angels to walk again
Who almost clutched the moon
All with a single voice so strong
It was almost prophetic
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Raw lights, Eastern Ra
Atheist brain
Pagan body
Christian conscience
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Listen to Incubus, jazz and wake to ska
As rain raps soft to loud, in to out
A thunder rumble of kind storms by
Breakfast might be progressing from
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It's like the Higgs Boson went rogue
And my congregation of matter dispersed;
Warp me into any charm spin or flavor
And call me Universe.
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Sacred and esoteric,
With a glazed feeling paint
These stripes slipping
The brush over lines
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