Life and Life


I was born
in the back of a hearse,
a heavy curse for a baby to bear
a light undertaking for the midlife
indeed
the growing galaxies
beyond my blind mind
must have slipped
out of grooves god handspun
just to laugh at the white dwarves,
for my funereal fates,
the derision spurring
other Fates to flaunt more deadpan humor...
As I shoot my eyes
to the prisms and myths overhead
this constellational consternation
astrological illogical...

man...

sees deity
is a Martian wedding
of piss-drunk courage
and rickety rainbows of fear
combined in the night
to form my wavering...
and is still taken.


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