pressure from
the hand
of god
crushing
my skull
i feel
every whorl
of the
print
as it squeezes
falling into
the double helix
as it
unravels
around me
i am
dust
a speck floating
in the unblinking
eye of eternity
i am
nothing
but insidious
painblossoms
and woe.
Mike's Manic Word Depot 
Enjoyed the poem Mike!
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thank you, i appreciate the kind words
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