Leaving the unleaveable
the tears dropped from the chin
and the earth harvested from sky
a fortune of grief
and the grief wept torrents
and the sky bereft of defeat
clumsily ranked the humans
as the chief operator of weather
and, whether it is true is nonetheless,
true,
can the sun shine sunshine? Or,
does the silly labrador retriever
receiver?
Can this phone call the mystery?
Does the mystery answer the calls?
Dear God, I'm texting you.
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