MORIBUND MATTERS
The fireplace scatters; ash and
debris. The low flame shoots nice
fingers up. I love watching my new,
kingly fire. Maybe another season
will dawn for me?
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Is there magic to a candelabra? Like
those Jewish objects set in windows,
perhaps the recognition of magic is
all we get. The guy with the rabbit
pulls out only a scorched bunny?
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What would that mean, on the
world's vast stage? A million more
hungry Ethiopians? Empty oatmeal
buckets in the line in some Delhi
queue? How seemingly magical are
the piles of the dead and starving?
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I'm so deliciously tired of this old
miserable world. I want to sell my soul
to something. Is there an ebay for that?
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