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Poem about the emotional shadow / #4 / 1990-91 (high school)

An old box
with oily rags
suffocating inside
left in the attic
to rot

coming alive
ignites
prehistoric ants
formicating
blindly biting
at the
flame
apparition
shadow
demon

creeping
slimy
vellicating

existence
antithesis
matter and antimatter
exploding
the quarks favor antimatter
does it matter
to antimatter
does it matter
to me

its game
my shame

it has power
I don’t know
its name