A melee
of soul eaters
flower pickers
world shapers
subterranean raiders
bleeding speeding through the universe
poking days

Monday
feverishly saying hello
friday
both ends burning
releasing life’s dye

wednesday
sparkling bubbling in a fluted glass
talking seam foam
heartaches
vapor trails
nature’s hard work

sunday
crawling
licking the dust of
a church’s floor

tuesday

these sweating bones aren’t real
nothing is
in the end

But…

Any day

God Hums

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