I was just fretting. I hate doing that. 'Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life?' (Matthew 6:27) Worry<Worship. I forgot I had you to talk to. It has been a while has it not? The comfort is that you cannot reject me, but that comfort, I suppose, makes me rather lazy. As to the Gift, here it is.
I love you for your kindness of ear and mind.
It's a Magical World
Man-junkies swinging
the streetcops like tennis shoes
up the high-wires
they balancebean their arms
and puncture pattern the ectoplasm
like laces, Anne's and blood clots
the clouds they hang from
like martyrs, they moan
and fight the bit-
Riders of Leprosy
gods of their Own
crucified on the hot-shot
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