Johnny Stefanski Poems

In magic thick and sweet I step between
Deep fissures, rising crests of bounding light,
Impossible geometry unseen
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Beyond the great grey curtain hang the wise
Old stratospherical eyes that freeze trans-
Cosmic. Boiling winds and silver death whip
Carnivorously crushing the voidless
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A monolith full fifty men in height
With strides full hundred long. Hide so coarse
Like scorching leather take the beast in light
And gentle steps across the barren land,
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There's nothing quite like
Floccinaucinihili-
pilification.
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