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Discreetly blessed the past masses
the women the weeds the widows in mourning
covered in the lotion of theology
restrained and restraining god
this mixed witness this power this
moment farther before a spirit
dipped in holy water the tide
the rarely used fault behind
the quarter moon the wicked wander
the world in exaltation
of all that remained in answer
never excuse the time
the whole found hole untidy
but time is too heavy to stir.
southward to the funeral
southward to the empty morning sky.
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