Dick Laurent - Autism

Some people have dreams about dark shadows
belching out their destiny.

Here: twenty four year old ectoplasms
Tickle me in post-suicidal depression-
a fetal separation from eternal breath.

No better word for decapitation
No better word for heredity
No better word for walking away
No better word for the brother with ephemeral breath and liquid soul.

Dick Laurent

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