of some soon to flunk out goddess
unnerving in her insistence
we replicate her science
(if you shrink from a god
you shrink from the godly)
we are all place-holders
our phones are flames for her
waving over the living
and the dead in songs
in selfies offered up
to the great god time
and if you look around
to her darkness from which
all things unwind
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