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ARDOR Literary Magazine - Issue Three, September 2013

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POETRY KRISAK OTIC LEN KRISAK This thing? It came from inner space, Wailing a demon-alien tone So shrill—at such high-fever pitch— The clanging, hammered anvil bone, As if some force had swung a mace; As if the brain had thrown a switch; Rang on and on and on, to which There was no answer. High White Noise, You had my ear . . . and never stopped. The least disposed to punk or goth That ever lived, I was all ears, And they were pierced, and never popped To silent peace. The very nerve— That I should come to this stilled poise Between eternal squeal and stoneCold deafness—or what's worse, to both— Was more than all my worst of fears. Now I am on that frequency That like a slave, this sense must serve That once was all my blessèd own And now sounds out forever, eeeeeeeeee. ARDOR | 28

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