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this version of morgen

with a black sun

they're just like the new

clothes that I don

the threads in them

tho' small and unseen

they are worn

like bacteria that

are so small in their world

we have social identities

yet unfurled

embracing others like

we thought we knew

them so well

and we have not thought

about biblical characters

meeting at a well

just moderns, just pop and go,

like an item grab-and-go

tomorrow's striven for

which is now, to—night,

sundown til it's morrow

we believe everything's

for sale, a gasp of air

and landing by a plane

but they never greeted

each other up there

the embraceable you are

simply impossible, too,

believing these gauntlets

for twiggy, gaunt fingers

just retracing silhouettes

and so we blamed these

many eclipses in our skies

the gloomy, misty memories

like the cries (the crises),

for any loved one who dies

flipping coins could never

be anything,

but just be like retaining

a copy on this day that we

say sorry

as an abstract like 1+1 equals

there is never a ghost story

and occult leaders do not

worship any sinister deity

no wrong assumptions

no truth to lies, in a behavioral

society

or was it just me

observing any other ritual

in the economy?