Mack Hall, HSG
In Malignant Repose
A plastic sphinx in malignant repose
Perpetually admires its sered-soul self
Echoing self-seeking irrelevance
Head bowed in wanton worship of pale lights
Passionately drooling on soft tessarae
Drowning in a stoup of metaphor soup
Night-glowing community loneliness
The glowing box and the box-glowing self
Whose Rods and cones fix back upon themselves
Self-adoration in a far-closed loop
And die unknowing on a long-dead moon.
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