Watcher’s Tangle – a poem

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Malicious delicious visions march

On through treacle torn sweetlands

With thorough wardens tangled

In dire movements, arrested along-

Side their charges, the watched

Ones seeking subjects of those

Visions too long ignored, bored

Of waiting, wild phrases folded.

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