Monday, November 16, 2015

7451. THIS MAGICAL MOMENT

THIS MAGICAL MOMENT
Accrues to destiny like the cruise ship hugs
the waves : the up and down opacity of a
rising tide, lifting nothing. I hear words, and
they are jumbled. The cross-keep, the guy
with the mantle and the megaphone, he just
keeps shouting on. His television seems to
want to be his brain. How good can that be?

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