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a
little note to the righteous
for
godsbother
if one is
then they all are wrong
and here's how hard I wish
it's how the grammar sits
wash away
born
to cut and come again
in plainsong
relies on its devils
fills up all the available
and must not this that
speak its name
promise of whim
at whose expense
?
I dreamt so much
it was a truth
believe on
and you're in
and in this sleep
all ghosts to feast
by my lights
slept soundly
all do there
but a question came
and a doubt crept in
I entertained for days on end
quite a party we had
in the wishing house
in the house of fear
and all these same cards
must fall
still and all
the last words are famous
give us a booming
boost by the book
hymn the elect of us
on to a glory
won't we be kissed
good night
?
somewhere they dance a limbo
ReplyDeleteall purgatory
lips on a cross