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494
the ultimate god
knows with stupidity that
noise soon follows reality
what we learn in laughter we
forget upon return,
it is lost in the sun.
the holy summer
traverses the eclipse
what was once possible now is finished,
our commercials have become acts
during which we wait to be separated
from our blaring selves
495
the serpent explodes
upon the arrival of the
barefoot antichrist
his head tumbling on life's waters
his jaws outstretched
he tumbles with pilgrims in the darkness
he noses his notes,
his papers.
lipless, he finds his image
in unjust editions
and with laughter he recedes
leaving only the eye
to tell us the time.
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