Mother Knows Best

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I could easily

find his body—a

walking corpse

 

I remember

every street, right and left;

which

direction

this way and that

way to a brick house, tucked in a borough

brightly

dark

 

Remnants

pulsate, still

 

Life is art, imitating

dreams built by clay

 

How cruel the universe, taunting

 

Beings with all knowing hands

grip us

strip us

naked ‘neath

complicit moon…

 

And who are you to question Selene?

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