Angel of Flight and Sleigh Bells -

You are as still as a yardstick. You have a doll's kiss.
The brain whirls in a fit. The brain is not evident.
I have gone to that same place without a germ or a stroke.
A little solo act--that lady with the brain that broke.

. . . What unusual luck! My body
passively resisting. Part of the leftovers. Part of the kill.
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