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(from The SubWay, a collection of poetry)

Angel who waved who particular religion at me

while drinking the beautiful blonde freedom

Coffee?

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The subway is resolutely active with neurons and messengers traveling back and forth, supplying the underground people with protestations of meaning.

 Is one disbeliever enough to collapse the entire system?

 Do momentarily lapses in safety, break bodies the worse way home?

 Are we reptilian creatures, mole people or star seekers?

 The light appears and disappears; sometimes it’s artificial or the sun, we revolve around it, while rehearsing our mouths to say the right thing, though often we travel in silence.