THE GREAT GONE GOD
Not less than zero, not more than forever -
just a perpendicular idle, standing at the forked
corner of Wasting Time and Deliverance , right
where you make the turn for Salvation : all these
crazy alleys and lanes of the nighttime soul of time.
I want to try reading the guest book, here in the
lobby - but the desk-clerk's long gone, there's no
ink in the inkwell, and anyway no one's signed the
log-book in what must be ages. Even the ashtrays
are clean and all the glasses are empty and dry.
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