A poem: Blank Is

Blank Is Blankness. What is blank behind you? Stillness, rage, blank. On and on. Blank fear. Lid on, eyes open blind, blank. Bars rattling, chains breaking blank apart. Sign torn, smeared blank. Long ago. A boot on the neck, blank. On the stomach, on the head. Blank....

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