bricks in a fireplace
make me think of Poe
and all the screams
he created with
creative juxtaposition;
a master of
flawed reality,
he was,
leaving us
as easily as
the deadliness of his
sadistic humor;
and, bound by
no creed of honor
from which we can speak,
too many lights
and shadows have been
created for us to return
to any semblance or
acceptance of normalcy.
26Jun16
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