it's a dusty, dusty atmosphere
in these times of US,
can't you imagine your dying every day
the funeral pyre will leave nothing but ash
and maybe a few burned bones in the eternal river,
your grandchildren playing in the cosmic field,
making love.
Maybe you will fix it to become a saint
and your toenail end in a wooden box
in a beautiful church
for the devotional insecure.
Are we included when the next miracle is revealed ?
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