Massless
The day God
does not
work
is when
things make
least sense
can't
repent
enough
to know
what
happened
roles
reversed
all abandoned
tomorrow
there's work
because Monday
say so
is only
commandment
sun
see-saws
all day
a toddler
head of state
and sky
children
will lead us
off cliff
old and dying
look up
and laugh
you're out
of sorts
of course
thrown back
in cup
roll out morning
snake-eyed
dead pupils
dismissed
class
will begin
forever.
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