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INTIMATE CRIMSON
Firey torches attack me again
As my vision begins to grow red.
And bright flames envelop my hands and my feet
And advance like the 'tide to my head.

My helium fingers were growing quite numb
and i heard them distinctly explode;
My lips uttered thoughts of nonsensical deeds
That my grandmother always forbode.

Resounded echoes reflected my brain
And my thinking went into a blur;
The g.ragons.assembled to callout my name
But both of us knew who we were.

And now as it rains and the steam starts to rise
I will think of the general things
Like intimate crimson and petrified flames
And Venus on butterfly wings.

Robert Gagnon