[today, the gods are laughing forever after]
because a thousand blessings are failing spectacularly.
if pure bliss was enough to write about
I don't know--
the heart is a foolish child.
what crap is the soul digesting
while humming gospel music
reminding a sinner
that angels are plowing the rye
offering prayers of forgiveness
Death tickles as it touches
has its own ideas of what looks best
in what shades of grey.
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