Wednesday, March 22, 2017

The Overnight Sacrifice

You can't move a cloud. It bowls,
Milky soma in your thoughts.

Immune to other humans
The stand-up tragedian

Pretended to be Pierrot,
Another era's gauche clown.

Equally real, equally
Unreal, pale moon in suburbs,

Glow in the small desert town,
Some continent or other:

When you're forced to stay awake,
Categories change partners

And you become the night priest
Purposeless but to witness.

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