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29.xi.23
everyone
should write a bible
for godsbother
their own, I mean
a book for one
made of all the selves we were
seeming at once
big, thick book
all begot and begat
hide bound
to keep out the showers
every one of us ought to make
something to believe on
carry it with you wherever
as far as all time
turn to a random page for luck
it’s just as prophesied
through a glass darkly
the many mansions
proverbial
everyone’s a messenger
who knows what they’ll tell?
it’s gospel
and turn the story over
there’s dashcam
nor can such a book ever fill up
full of years
it will consist of how we’ve come
no matter what you think
so many styles
and ways with words
plagues famines
floods
brimstone gnashings
truth to set free
everyone needs one of these
who isn’t a little stiff in the neck?
who wouldn’t want a footstool of enemy?
we, all of us, Caesar’s slaves, for a shekel
it’s rarest of injustices ever make angels
bible, on the other hand, is much of a hutch
you can hunker down
climb aboard
till mountain and dove
there’s one in each of us at least
tall tales
and something for everyone
little woe betide
and in the beginning
though there is none
not a barber in sight
declaim
set up these tablets
and swallow
some of your own medicine
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