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Absolving the Air Conditioner
Godlike,
smiting for no apparent reason from above,
swamp cooler metal corner,
drumming 3172 stars into my head,
the entire works, all at once,
dangling, of John Bonham beat,
i fall to earth,
hindenberg unconscious,
cradled by my own unreasoning hands,
sleeping.
I absolve you, the blame
is manifest in the cathedral,
raised up on my holiest temple,
irradiated,
tomographinated,
con-cussed, gurneybound and laughing,
sharing bicycle wreck stories with Methuselah,
again, I absolve you.
