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Stefan Specian

From the second floor, a shout
rang through the window
propped ajar
into the street, where men toiled
diligently, marching onward to their
Styxian fate,
or to Jesus, should they be so inclined
a shout! They pivoted to view the
impending theatrical conflagration
of obscenity, vileness spewing from the
second floor
temple of Buddha and copious hashish
smoke, den of the urban
vagrant prophet in his Mecca
of sunlight knowledge piled hoarded
shit, reveries, recordings of blaspheming
cries of anguish and ecstasy
He shouted out joyously
as he contemplated fervently at
the sight of an immolated moth
and a candle’s wavering flame

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