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This week, Jane from the wonderful blog, Jane Dougherty Writes, tortures, I mean, entices, us with a new poetry form of her own invention. Kudos to her for a fine creation, the Trilune, the rules for which can be found on her post, here.
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I was handcuffed for my protection.
An armed escort to the rubber room,
then was heavily sedated too.

I awakened but was not myself.
Staggering through a ward of zombies
asking Fuzzy Wuzzies what to do.

I am left questioning what is real.
Imagined or imagining me.
Was I dreamt up by, or dreaming you?
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M. Zane McClellan
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