ROOTING THE END TIME
I was finding things out : dirt turns to mud turns
to dirt once more. Light turns to dark turns
to light again. What essence each has is
far beyond my comprehension. An
American atom bomb project called
Trinity? Three Gods in one hat?
-
I drank coffee at the Livermore Lounge.
She came over, to sit with me. Her
name was Alice, and she'd said
already that her mother was
a communist but long ago
dead. Named her other
sister Enola, after the
Enola Gay.
-
Beats me, all this does. Broke my mind
and broke up my day. I really wanted
somewhere to hide. All I had was
a drink with someone who lied.
No chance of anything
more than that.
I was finding things out : dirt turns to mud turns
to dirt once more. Light turns to dark turns
to light again. What essence each has is
far beyond my comprehension. An
American atom bomb project called
Trinity? Three Gods in one hat?
-
I drank coffee at the Livermore Lounge.
She came over, to sit with me. Her
name was Alice, and she'd said
already that her mother was
a communist but long ago
dead. Named her other
sister Enola, after the
Enola Gay.
-
Beats me, all this does. Broke my mind
and broke up my day. I really wanted
somewhere to hide. All I had was
a drink with someone who lied.
No chance of anything
more than that.
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