the light turned
trash rested on his car floor in limbo
a certain purgatory in which one could thrive but not end
the world sung together
as if the populus was a twinkle in his eye and then a blink
the primal drums of church bells rung and child's bellies full
the sordid saint a wish of genies a tap of the keg
and he turned along
a steady succession
there were predecessors and would be followers
a time to notice surroundings and leave the clicks in his head for once
no sun today, it was ideal
spring clouds in december and the leaves remembered
no celestial surgeon could dismember these puffed patches of skin
building towards crescendo, momento revealed
claps of hands make a pulse for the nations
unruly rebels try to throw it off, we got the medicine
blinds are working but i still see
the majesty of this world can be sensed not seen
all the holy humdrum and biblical bubble gum
between teeth and ears couldn't tell the sum.
and the document of the king and picture's tomb
between teeth and ears a flaccid fiery bloom.

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