As self and selfishness
take form
blind contour quivering
out from the grey
blackest mascara
black –
give me a kind
sweet snarky
gay disco God, a
deity of
responsible
release
give me a
clicking heel across
the fresh but
ancient tile
give me a beat
to
catch, to clap to
against and for
the Sunday
chimes
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