God passed away empty handed
But with regret
And like a sly boy
Broke with his shoe
the last dry loaf of bread.
When he called for help,
they put him on hold
longer than he could stand
and he broke
the phone in half.
I understand the world will be what it is
when I’m dead. I sometimes look at my hands
and know they are not mine. This body on loan.
And the woman said to me:
You hallucinate too much
The names of fish and seaweeds
You open the kingdom of your brain day and night for the lost caravans of gypsies
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