and breathing out the risen
even the Buddha was spoiled and coddled
and headed for collision
but today it’s just a Monday
like the day after a death
or many deaths in the distance
which is appropriately gray
with advancing quickly clods
of rain-thickened clouds
lightening-stricken coffin clouds
of a heartless Monday
so you have a sense of what the sun
feels when the darkness pulls
it under and it wants to go
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