Blue lagoons are falling from your ivory tower
How can I key along the outer wall
of your
divinity?
It's hard to see which way miracles
conclude
but allude
to the kingdom come
and it will be done
The forecast calls for bloody rain
raining insides outside down upon
our sinful souls
It's harder to catch sight of the snow
when there is nothing to
hold it up to
Young ladies peruse the silvery light
and flirt with the air
beneath palm fronds
quoting Juliet
to
nobody who cares
It's just another French full moon
another silent night.
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