And isn’t it ordinary the way these hearts
Drip
like lazy faucets at the center of creation
We
used to be the bellybutton of the universe
We
who sat at rest on dusk-yellow roads dust
Drifting
aimlessly with what love the wind had
A
quest pumping the titanium stomach of God
Wind making us do things making us always run
Through
false doors toward we knew not what
Like
good children and bad people with no belief
No sorrow being serene machines chugging up
Steep
hills and coming down silent valleys like slow
Snow
O isn’t it so so ordinary the way this empty
Sky
stops dying long enough to remind us of our
Past our love reaches under cool stones our love
Offers us today as the apotheosis of tomorrow
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