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The Beast
(9th March 1948 / Gateshead, County Durham)

The Beast

Poem By Brian Routh

The endless games
the pointlessness of worlds
the strivings of egos and vanities
the desparation of permanence to fix itself
in time and space
hands are around my throat from the inside
the beast is inside me
I am no longer myself
I am everything good and bad
solid and fluid

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