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Black Flux - Virus
Beneath the seas
The roaring core of the will
And the cliffs have gone under
An array of thoughts
A veil of contempt
Vivid and fluent
The inner traveller
Sneaking away on the
Sinking ocean trawler
Erased horizon
The toxic birds fly
All silent and hostile ... The Black Flux
This is a seething sea
Under an erupting dawn
A dawn of disdain
The mirrors of the will
Dormant as withering trees
That quiver and breathe
My self-loathing overflows
The watercourse
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