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Love in the Time of Corona with apologies to Márquez “I don’t believe in God, but I’m afraid of Him.” I break my tongue in prayer like a pagan Pilgrim little deaths in the wake of obliteration “Kneel before the object of our liberation” Drink from the fountain over the temple’s door They ain’t got…
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I have lived long enough that I have become a stranger to myself many times. I read a few poems in an old chap book. Poetry the soul remains from the ashes of that man.
Joey Cloudy online 