YOUR JUSTICE IS RELATIVE
Your justice is relative though not
kin. Or not any kin of mine, in any
case. I put sugar down into tea to
make it sweet not bitter. Two lots
away, I've buried the dog beneath
that arching tree. Everything will
settle down in time. I'm not here
gruesome, just sad but sublime.
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No matter : Let me just be silent.
Time moves on, in some stupid, fluid
passion play of never-ending timing,
like music out of key, or a mynah
bird forgetful of talk. Yes, it's the
simplest things that become the
most difficult chores. Time
after time after time. Sublime.
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