might genuflect before God
yet behold in his mind the notion
that piety is fools gold
minting grief on earth
and coin in hell
even monstrances loose their allure
as if a lady in the autumn of her life
much faded of her beauty
like the dark side of the moon
has no need for mascara
ultimately he walks alone
like a woman boards a train
and does not look back
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