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by Charles Carreon (14 yrs. old)

When the change comes
RIPS one away
air fills with unreal fog
becomes much more SOLID
Each thought
another fear.
That Makes Fear Come In
an infinite number of shades, arrangements
and
designs
For everything goes twirling past,
Is whipped away by neuron winds
That dance across dendrite plains,
And wearily wind their way
Through towering mountains of thought.
1969
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