Paranormal

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    Paranormal

     The paranormal feeling,
    reaches my head.
    through dense fog,
    and terrifying dreams.

    I can't feel myself healing,
    maybe Im dead.
    Though I clog
    my dry throat with my screams.

    I look to dark, empty ceiling,
    body of lead,
    brain of fog.
    No light came out in beams.

    My own mind said no dealing.
    As I had said
    No light comes,
    for those who cheat death.

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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