an emblem the sky
clouds appear written like pages torn from a newspaper
as we are born torn into life
famous tragedies played out a musical
the theater of the macabre
and various elements assembled
like the illusion of reason
a still life which appears to be laughing
some unfortunate goodbyes
a manuscript on a shelf
which is the book
you had always read from
but never knew about
on steps disappearing into preminent vapors
the cattle come
but you set them at ease
with a few dollar bills
and some final sayings
the sky is filled with skies
and yet the rain falling down is innocent
another last goodbye before the paper leaves turn to gold
in this mud heap of honey
in this confectioner's grave
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