January is unreal by Jonathan Beale

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‘The notion is inexplicable, stranger than the nanites
igniting like finite suns to endow her with strength
enough to snap these fleshy gods.’ 

Lana Grey from her poem Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? Posted on Deadsnakes Jan 2016

Some bastard god from

An unholy coupling lay

Reeling in a relentless migraine.

An in swinger from the left

Catches or rather stumps

The unware.  Watch everything.

Listen to every word,

in its context – beware – beware

The clarinet is as strange.

January is unreal in her robe.

Hidden behind a savage freezing

Sun and raw bitter snow.

Any beginning is untold

Reflection is so much easier.

Consider your birth.

And obviously your inevitable

Death.  A full stop says so much

More: the river flows on….

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