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Fixation on time;

money, lust

but nowhere

the golden dawn

of second chance

the errors

of paupers

are invisible

to the naked eye

hence, the moment

the dance of time

fires by our eyes

like a flame thrower

the night is barren

but the lit moon

makes incisions

through the flesh of darkness—

little beams of light

understated

in the vision

but praise be held

for all the sacred

divine children of the sky

(sometime December 1991)