|Sara Lorraine Sumpter|
this is what the nightmare looks like;
careful construction followed by rampant destruction.
a techno, logical treatment of
a magician's dream made manifest.
two still drinkers held captive
by their needs.
oh, that Christ might come down to us
teach us how to bleed,
how to give meaning to such
that life might flourish
a sweltering satellite
that rings our tinted blue mood;
curved and arch -
heartless, yet ending here and now.
of a careful construction made manifest.
to a magician's dream of rampant destruction.
there is nothing left to learn,
and still His head
as this sweet lyric of time
passes beyond the pale.
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