Split Self
by Sam M. Phillips

Fantasy falsehood,
Fancy fanfare,
A fantastic fanatic,
Screaming,
Scheming,
Weening and preening,
Hot and hot-blooded,
Horrid horse befuddled,
Group the ground-swell,
Guard a guarantee,
Catch a glimmer,
A glimpse,
A glint,
Sparking flint,
Glistening,
And listening,
Futilely,
But expertly,
Expectantly fusing fiction to meet means,
Fuzzy future,
Loose seams,
Coalesce these smoky dreams,
Into solid mass,
Catch a running rat,
And fuse the furry furrow,
Stuff it down a fuzzy burrow,
A furtive future
With fulsome fulminate,
A functionary fund,
Sliding down a funnel,
An endless tunnel,
Consuming all,
A furious ball
Of hate and rage
Bound up in a cage,
Fried and friendless,
Frivolous front now in fog,
Dead cog,
No longer turns,
Stuff ash,
Full urns,
Concerns,
For flesh and freeze,
For base needs,
Exerting the endless executive,
The executioner creative,
Exalting an exclamation,
A proclamation
To end frustration
Through demarcation.

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