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PROPHET 642

(*dedicaed to my favorite sci fi fiction protagonists)


PROPHET 642

The phantoms have been
coming in droves.
There's some prophet somehere
who knows.
The bosses are in the back office
doing coke.
The long night in hell
always gets to me.
There's very little to do
the holoscreens are down.
My mind forces me,
rapes me,
never lets me forget
about you.

Like the song says
it's hot-hot-hot.
Air pressure and
water pressure and
too much pressure all
press against the dome.
This is all deep within
my withdrawn zone.
Prophet #642 knows.
Deciphers facts and figures
devised always
to confuse me.
Written in moonstone
erected for you to lose me.

Who can tell what makes
sense-sense-sense.
The phantoms throw
realities at me
and then take them all back.
You can't own space and time,
that always gets to me.
The Prophet and the pressure
and the little things
that throw me off.
They're coming to give your
memory back to me.
I can't take it anymore-
the phantoms are coming in droves.

(c) 1995 Tracy Lupejkis
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