Of course and things through dreams of death in cathedrals and back alleys...
Mother prays from a background pew as a priest holds a knife above my prostrate self...
Father watches as I bone a woman against a brick wall beneath a gutter drips rain water and cream onto my head...
floating between intermittent groups and Thursday’s collection of baggage on the outskirts of a vast urban sprawl...
the brow of a giant hill overlooking the past, the future, all the way down I every direction, with only the clothes I have on for the journey to my destination, wherever I terminate...
brought to my knees
SUPPLICATION
- accumulate
- money
- ego
- nothing
AMEN
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