Necronomicondominium Crumb (The Short Tale Of "HeavenLess Evan" & "Eric The Night-Goat")

Necronomicondominium Crumb,
The BeSpectacled Bread Of Flight And Worth,
Under The Earth... The Oceans Boil,
A Fossilized Hatchery Of Woe And MisCreation,
Fissure-Bobbing In The Pulling Gravity,
Where Darkness Is Smooth And Cold,
Rubbing ItSelf Against Your Deep-Suited Diveing Fear,
An Echoing Jeer...
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SomeWhere Not Beige Or Taupe,
Neither In The Nether Nor In A Mother's Land,
Not With Knee-Highs Or Pantomime,
Shadows Cast No Fright WithIn The Tarry Deep,
A Mind With No Way To Speak Its Rind,
Sight Like A Orange With No Day For Rhyme...
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UpOn The Knees,
The GingerBread House Of SchoolYard Sufferings,
Biologically Devoid Of Being Voided Of Logic,
When It All Makes Sense In The Lasting Minutes...
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THAT Is When The UnderStanding Knows Its Limits,
All The Smaller Fishes Swim To The Light,
They Find Solace In A FisherMan's Net...
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While The Curious Blink AWay The Stars,
To Catch A Glimpse Of Deeper Waters.