flow with me

               into the heart

       of a man more sinister than i

there is blackness here

a fluid shadow

that beats with the moan

of a clock ticking

in a junkyard

wailing with exposure

at the light of our eyes

                                     quickly

                             we are expelled

                     but the black beat

              still exists

       within us

its heavy sound returns

on nights of silence

in every tick

of our digital clocks

on nights of passion

in every thump

of our digital hearts

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