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morning moments
simple slip of the curtain to the left
your head, your eyes went blazing
and God left you crying at
a catholic funeral
you didnt even know how to take Communion

wake up

It was justice for
all crimes committed
signing the cross wrong on
your damp forehead

too consumed to
fall on knees

The feelings swayed
like departed strands of
hair
the ones you find dangling in
awkward places

it is only just now that
you see the significance of
picking them off

and
throwing them away