Dis ease

Uneasy from waiting for things

to materialize,

for the sky to uncloud


     "It's all part of a plan."

It's all part of

the pack of filth

scattered in my hand,

so when I shake yours

I'll pass the divine disease along.

And we can pity ourselves

- the sick -

waiting for that

God-awful cure,

that out-of-tune choir song.

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